Fleeting Love

If I ran to the front door and threw it open

Would love be standing there?

Would I recognize it for real or token

Or would I take the time to care?

Love is such a fleeting thing they say

Wafting like feathers on the twisting wind

A dodging, weaving, ever-deceiving array

When it comes your way now and then

Cupid’s arrow penetrates the heart

No blood, no pain, no sting,

The pain comes as love melts; falls apart

Becoming just another bad nightmare dream

Yet we long for it once more, again and again

The pain soon heals and dims to black

Our hope rises and our search anew begins

We’re all too ready to take love back

Each time we lose it, desperation rises a bit

We long for the solace of its tender touch

We hunger for the warm depths of it

We are ever-ready to care just a bit too much

Sometimes we get it right and love lingers on

Yet slowly dulling in its familiar form

We can’t live without it; know it's there we belong

But is it this love that keeps us warm?

Love’s questions rise and fall like the ocean’s tide

Ebbing back and forth on our hopes and doubts

Luring us with its promise never to subside

Then slowly disappearing when its tide rolls out

Love with all its pain is truly a gift from God

Longed for as gold; hold it; feel its comforts and charms

But for all love is, what it is not hides in facade

As we venture forth trying to hold it in outstretched arms

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14 February 2012