Love Lives On
By La Belle Rouge

Love lives on
when the heart lies broken
like a fragile toy 
played with too roughly.
like a lost child yearning
to return home, love hopes.

Like a once joyful, soaring bird
grounded by broken wings,
love still shines and sings
haunting midnight melodies.
In the midst of her darkness
her songs ascend above
like fervent, wordless prayers.

Love lives on
in wounded souls of greatness
like the brave determination
of struggling, unsung heroes
engaged in a bloody battle
they know is already lost.

Love lives on
in spite of callous devaluation.
love flows like a raging river
beyond all futile attempts to dam
and impede its momentum.
a living thing that never dies,
but morphs into another form.

©8-10-2004 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”