The Feebleness of Human Love

When wrinkles finally take their places

When the beauties of the faces disappear

When the curves and shapes enter oblivion

Who will stay put?

What is love worth anyway?

Wow! The wretchedness of human love

Yet love is beautiful in itself

Like the beauty of a cloudy morning

Soon turn to a hot sunny day

Our love has waxed hot

Burning every beautiful experience, we ever had

We were too sure this was going to work.

But it ended before it ever started.

This love was beautiful

Yet it was wicked because it was human

Innocence was what it could be called.

We were too young, everyone noted

But no one could deny the fire in their eyes

The sacrifice we were willing to pay

Love is beautiful even among the young.

Yet, hurt shows no mercy

Even for the young

So far it’s human, this love will hurt

Sooner or later, this love will hurt

Because it is human, it will likely fail.

So, the day you fail in love, prepare for the hurts

When you give for love, give because you in love

But when you hurt, do so because you are human

This love is human and it will likely fail.