By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Love’s sweet ideal is a lifetime of aspiration,
a challenge both filled with pain and the potential of bliss.
In the pursuit we step into a void of possibility,
a vulnerable place teetering over the abyss of failure,
the slow and damaging rejection of an open heart.
But once love is given flight, there is no turning back,
there is no appeal or saviour grace,
just the living of an open and vulnerable soul,
ready in sacrifice and selflessness to share,
to walk a path of honesty, self-realisation and truth.
The aspiration of love is the highest ideal,
a path born of courage and labour,
vigilance and the tenderness of attention.
To nurture love one must take life in full,
not skirt the periphery but embrace the challenge,
and imbibe the truth, the marrow of being.
Then and only then can love radiate from a potential heart,
find place in another and rest in the peace of acceptance.
Dreams are the reflection of a wanting heart,
a heart open to change and discovery.
Reality is the reflection of a heart found,
a heart honest enough to let go of security,
and find flight in the ideal of love.
Accepting love is a lifetime of work,
and the reward of a lifetime.
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