They Speak of Love by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
They speak of love as if it were pure A snow driven dream of delights But I know better Love is loaded With the dangerous poisons of the past It is tarnished rusted decayed Love does not last Time eats love for breakfast All that remains is a bad breath hangover A sick stomach Dry loins wet tears and the mammoth task of forgetting ©2024 Sarnia de la Mare Home GLOSSARY Strata 1 Strata 2 Strata 3 Strata 4 Strata 5 Strata 6 Strata 7 Strata 8 Strata 9 Strata 10 Strata 11 Strata 12 Strata 13 Strata 14 Strata 15 Strata 16 Strata 17 Strata 18