Wise Love.

Old love, cold love.
Nothing so wild as
Unfolded love.
Scolded, unmoulded love.
Never can get away from
Unsold love, bold love.
Time`s so cruel for
Old love(never growing.)
old love(dried tears of)
Nothing`s so tragic
As aborted love
Destinations without word.
Looking forlorn,
As a doorless winter waiting room.
Old love, sold love.
Never can change the past lie.
Old love, frozen love.
Never can forget or revive
Overblown love.
Goodbye love, goodbye love!
The years have served me wise love.

poem by Peter Vealey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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