Going off the Boil
If love cannot foretell the past
Nor apprehend today
How can new adoration last?
Till passion grows passé?
If hindsight tells of future bliss
Forestalling woe with woes
Why suffer so for a sweet kiss?
While passion passé grows ...
Contributors: | P, Roland, fester. |
Poem finished: | 9th January 2001. |