Some things I relinquish,
Like motorway driving –
I hate it.
But not love, never love.
Even when it hurts,
I rate it
As way up there
With angels
And such.
Fantastical, almost magical,
I love love
So much.
It’s a wonder,
Curiosity,
A conundrum unsolved
But found,
Valued intensely,
In love, all absolved.
Unrequited, it sucks
And hurts,
Feel the pain.
Lovers fall,
From great heights,
Again and again,
Like suicide mission
Or lemmings
To cliff,
Thrown into orbit,
Glide momentarily
Then drift
Aimlessly,
Through space,
Before crashing, taking stock,
Splattered and battered
By love
On the rocks.
Some hurting
So keenly,
Formidably endure
But willing to
Test, to try
To ensure
New futures,
Gratifications,
From love with a soul,
In searching,
Believing,
Hope has a goal.
Unfailing
This feeling,
What it’s about,
Love and its merits
We sense,
Seek it out.
Be hopeful,
Persistent,
Strive to that end
In loving,
Acceptance,
We find and we mend
In hearts
That once broken
A new dawn begins.
Love never ends,
It feeds
From within.
It travels
Through heavens,
Scopes out the land,
Seeks those in need,
Resolves,
Takes in hand
Till two are united
Hands reach,
Hearts on offer
To those,
Such as those,
Love will proffer
And soon,
Without looking,
Or searching too far,
Love’s endless journey
Arrives
And our star
Is brightened,
Unblighted
By earthly endeavour,
Embraced
By all willing,
Love savoured with pleasure.
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