Love is like dew

On lilacs at dawn

Comes the swift sun

And the dew is gone.

 

Love is like star-light

In the sky at morn

Star-light that dies

When day is born.

 

Love is like perfume

In the heart of a rose

The flower withers

The perfume goes

 

Love is no more

Than the breath of a rose,

No more

Than the breath of a rose.

 

The poet is telling us that love is beautiful yet very fragile and fleeting.   Perhaps this type of love has contributed to our high divorce rate.

QUESTION(S):

What do  you think about this depiction of love?