Love has got its hazards;trees have leaves

Love seems like a good idea to me
As I ramble down the unpaved lane
Love and letting go will make us free,

Yet love can cause distress and  even pain
Wandering down the leafless lanes of life
We lose our lovers for our own endgame

Would you lose a husband or a wife
In ways you might lose papers or a book?
Being lost  on purpose    steals  our life

Death may enter like a dangerous crook
Hiding in the shadows like a thief
When he’s gone, don’t give God dirty looks

Love has got its hazards;trees have leaves
Yet  missing on  love’s joy can harm our  soul
With a struggle love  can be retrieved

Will we pay   for love the asked for fee?
Or fall down in despair to a deep hole
Love seems like a good idea to me
Love and letting go will make us free,