A life without love
is a life without meaning,
as grey as a winter cloud.
A life without love
is a colourless cloth,
as grim as a funeral shroud.
The wild, sweet thrill
of a lover's kiss
is a waste of Cupid's dart,
for no joy, no passion,
no feelings of fire,
will enkindle your cold, cold heart.
A contest entry
- A not so quick contest (24 hours) by poetryality.
525 points, ended August 13, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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First let me say that I love the use of the word; "enkindle". I must admit that this is the first time I've seen this word used on this site. I even thought that you possibly meant; "kindle" so, needless to say I looked the word up. Excellent choice. Your rhymes are those of an accomplished poet. I like the fact that there are no cliches. This is a first-class rhyming poem.
Thank you for this entry and the best to you.
Much LOVE ♥
Renee
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self-love is the center of life
your last two stanzas are the best because it truly shows that if one has no love and acceptance for oneself, other people's love is meaningless-"a waste of Cupid's dart". the "cold,cold heart" wants just attention, not love because love requires a response & a cold heart is all about self-absorption.
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Thank you, motel, for your astute comments. Your analysis is correct--self-absorbtion is merely dissipation of potential.
Bill
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