No One Dies (Poetry)

The hearts we broke so long ago —
those wounds cut deep have mended since —
we’re all more fickle than we think
and no one dies from love.
We bleed a little — feel some pain
recover — do it all again
despite the risk — survivors know
that no one dies from love.

A common sickness of the heart —
it takes the mind , the body, too
and there is nothing we can do
but suffer all for love.
And each time that we fall, we swear
this is the one! — We cannot bear
the thought that we should ever part...
yet no one dies from love.

The raging fever cools with time
though often it can take a while —
the ache grows distant and we smile
recalling that lost love.
And fancy takes a sudden turn —
we gaze, we idolize, we yearn
romanticize and fiercely burn ...
but no one dies from love.