How can love,
euphoric at first,
gradually lose its
allure?
Why does that
elated feeling
eventually wear
off
when love gets
old?
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
How can love,
euphoric at first,
gradually lose its
allure?
Why does that
elated feeling
eventually wear
off
when love gets
old?
Bob Boyd
His wife left this world
at age 50:
breast cancer.
He believes her
spirit lives on
because sometimes
she’s in his dreams.
She never speaks
to him
in those occasional
dreamworld visits,
but she always looks
serene and happy,
and he’s sure she’s
in heaven.
Bob Boyd
They’re nice at first,
charming, delightful,
disarming.
Chameleons with
dark sides hidden.
After you’re in their
control,
the monsters they
really are
mentally and
physically abuse
you.
If you’re smart,
you leave the first
time they hit
you.
Otherwise, if you
stay with them
the day may come
when they kill you.
Bob Boyd