By: Wayne Brown
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
©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.
14 February 2012
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