Golden threads and silver needles <br />cannot mend this heart of mine <br />that has been broken <br />just one too many times. <br /> <br />Love is fickle lady <br />that takes us on a merry dance, <br />who when she’s finished with us <br />will disappear with a second glance. <br /> <br />We have no way of knowing <br />when or where she’ll come along. <br />We only know it <br />after she has gone. <br /> <br />Misery and heartaches <br />always adorns her path. <br />It is always there for everyone to see. <br />As love is a fickle lady. <br /> <br />8 February 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-a-fickle-lady/
