Love died and yet <br />The bittersweet lived on <br />And little knew that pride was left <br />Now that the love was gone. <br /> <br />And so it grew and filled the house <br />With barbs and thorns and tares, <br />Till peace and hope and faith and trust <br />Withdrew their gentle wares.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-dies-4/
