When held, is a nurtured love sound,
is it found and held til world ends,
and then extends to realms unknown,
where love does never fall;
and if parted will the longing last forever,
yearning to be by the side of a soul mate
who can neither desist nor leave impossible alone,
just a few minutes with a love sewn
into a soul so completely.
Were love so affable to give of itself ad infinitum,
never wane or slight the hand it holds,
it would be such a miracle,
but tis we who let go, find reasons for the fall,
and aligned to self a pastures greener paradigm
that seems to know when murmured hearts falter,
and in the panic to find the door,
leave broken pieces and so much more a daze,
when we decide to leave love alone.
Blame love if you must, but it is we
who in lustful ways create a nest for two,
a hole filled with expectations true,
that in time may lose its luster,
and love searches for reason to pursue,
for love is not a bed and all the passion fed,
rather deeper than that, its true,
and without those deeper hues
there is nothing left to lose.
I have held love closely,
so secure I in the knowing of its endurance,
yet by surprise, the door shut before me,
and no compromise, just desolation arrived,
and my world did crack,
splintered life so nearly crushed my dreams,
and love to me was sound,
never questioned its direction
never saw it fall or lose ground.
Yet it fell, not love but my lover’s heart,
from the start a fragile yoke,
hiding from the light but never committed
as I thought, and spoken words I would hear
and believe when lies were the truth, for her,
and I believing, loved alone
until we did not fit at all,
so prone to waning, the blaming,
a wordless rhyme I could not abide.
Such was that ride.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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