-- What Is This Love So Fleeting --

­­John Herlihy

What is this love so fleeting,

Of which we daringly speak?

Wings of a dove in greeting,

In its perfume, we feel weak.

A glowing candle, oh so brief,

Burning hotly down the wick.

A gentle breeze, a falling leaf,

Left behind but a candlestick

Is love but a terrible need?

Our fear of being left alone.

The basis on which we breed,

To slip away as a rolling stone.

Will another love take its place?

Even if it does, I still see her face.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Tuesday 15 December 2020