Ditty

DITTY
(Written by: Mark R. Slaughter)

O! love to me is but a season –
Seldom does it overstay,
And tho' I pain to seek a reason,
Like the dream, it fades away

To leave me once again in awe
Of how the heart can render raw
In loss of love; but then to soar

Atop anew! – and hail adieu!
To her who fled from chance I gave
To see us wed: Then on,
To court another fairer face –
And lose again in end of chase!

I curse the seasons evermore –
They tease me thro' their metaphor:
Starting fresh, their vigour young,
Yet oversoon, the ditty sung.

I found this poem yesterday as I searched the web for poems I liked for this here blog.  There's something about this one.  Something that makes me wonder..............  To me it's seems so true... the beginning of relationship is so hot... the marriage so romantic... the children another feeling all together and then old age... The four seasons of love... sadly few of us see them all.