How long in a lifetime does it take

To learn the lessons of love?
Must one carry to the grave
The struggle to get it right?

Why have I had it so often wrong?
How many times have I made the gods laugh
At my insistance that true love
Will be eternally lasting
No matter it’s manifestation or outcome?

It truly seems the gods have cause
To enjoy such riotous mirth.
They know the joke is on me.

They’ve known all along
That what I’ve denied and piously preached
Has never been a Truth.
Love is not impervious
Love does not endure neglect.

Love can certainly die.