I can really relate to these emotions, Karla. Love is risky business. Nicely penned!
Sheila

Though your words hit hard, no, I do not think love is dead but seemingly very elusive and unfortunately, at times very fickle.
Your friend in Southern California, Mark

Love takes it's leave when it sees fit. The trick is in the blindfold. Patrick

Oh no, I do hope not. Well penned tho sad. Hugssss, J'nia

I think love dies more than anything else, but when it's alive, how wondrous it can be.

I never knew when love was alive!

Georg

Karla, I have been where you are....I think a lot of us have...but don't close the door...hope must be kept alive. Powerful write that touches the heart.

It certainly seems that way at times. Good one.

the pain surely runs deep-well expressed!

I particularly like the clear image of the second strophe and the sudden conclusion.
It is sad, but part of what we sometimes feel.

Axilea

Karla, such a sad poem- but our love of Jesus and his love for us never dies.We may fall out of love with someone, but we know we are loved and we love Jesus. To me that is more powerful than any human love.This was a very powerful title, and it sure sparked my attention. Made me realize how much I believe in love. Deep and faithful love. I know you were talking about romantic love- but boy your title touched me. Thank you for that. That is what good writing does.

With Love,
Cindy

No! Dear Karla! Love never dies not even after death for love leaves its own footprints in time and is immortal. We are fooled sometime by what we think is love but LOVE....It always comes to those who wait.
Love,
Susan

Strong write Karla but love never truly dies and neither does a heart..bruised yes, bleed a little yes, but when it comes to love their is always just a little bit left.
hugs
fee

This is a tough one, Karla, tough to accept but I think deep inside even if we know it's true we keep on hoping and trying.

John

. . . and then there are those who had love and wasn't aware of it . . .

..it can be defeating at times,,,but it will bloom again, yes it will,
as you hold the love!

Dear Karla love is not dead, you are just looking in the wrong places. I know because I did for far too many years but look what I found hiding in the right place, my husband who have given me happiness and love for 37 years. Don't give up keep searching.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

... love is dead... long live love!!! We DO seem to have, at times, a love-hate relationship with love, Karla. Yet it is truly irresistible and some hearts are just MADE to love, notwithstanding the cost... like flowers are made to bloom. I wrote a poem like this a while back... something to the effect that if you wear your heart on your sleeve, some blokey will come along and wipe his nose on it!!! :)) Everyone who has ever loved will know what this feels like. Keep blooming and blossoming your heart's fragrant scent... for such was it made and there will come a time when it is truly savoured and treasured by the One who is intoxicated by it. Lovely work, thank you xx

It always hurts, yet it never dies. Love yourself enough that it heals well. THese words are universal. LadyJ

Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places.
And what would hardening your heart do to your poetry?
There are two dreams that I've held onto for forty years
that still haven't found any fruition. When i complain to
God the only word that reverberates in my spirit is patience.
love r

Gabriel Garcia Marquez once wrote: "my heart has more rooms than a whorehouse." Hang in there. I know the feeling. This is an incredible poem, by the way. Vivid and cutting, like the shards of shattered heart one feels he or she must recollect after every successive battering. That's life I guess. Beautiful work and something anyone can relate to. That's what makes a great poem.

Sad one today, Karla; powerfully penned! Never feel unloved or worthless because you're NOT. Those who think you are are wrong! They don't know the Karla I do! :)

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(

What's going on Karla, that Texas heat getting to you?
You know where love is don't you? Right!
Blessings and Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Karla,

I've neve felt that love is dead,
only preoccupied.

Same conclusion?

Love, gene.

No, love is not dead. Like God, it is eternal. Cheer up, Karla.

All too well I know these feelings because, no, love isn't dead. It, like hope, springs eternal, seeping out from between the seams of the oft-mended heart, always searching. Rebecca

Perhaps it needs a revival, a renewal, a great write, thank you Karla
In Christs Love
Michelle~