
The end of love is never well
The pain it brings what soul can tell
Still all will know its lovely sting
And for a time will with it dwell
For those of you whose hearts are frail
Delighting now in love’s good spell
Beware of deprivation’s hell
The end of love is never well … (just sayin’)
-jwm
Of the Poem (Parameters):
Stanza: Quatrain (i.e. 4 lines per stanza)
Meter: Tetrameter (i.e. 8 syllables per line)
Rhyme Scheme: aaba aaaa (a scheme I almost never use)