Love--or Memorex?

The old memories of what was love long so remain

Much longer than the heat that kindles the flame

But when something is over and we measure the effects

Sooner or later we wonder…was it love or Memorex?

Lust can be an enchanting journey never-seeming to end

It bonds are easily broken so we are careful how we bend

We grab on to the physical while the emotional we neglect

Long after we wonder…was it love or Memorex?

That first kiss will send one’s head into a wild, twisting spin

Just the moment we think where true love will begin

The tender touch of the lips causes our hearts to connect

But looking back in hindsight…was it love or Memorex?

Tender moments with red wine and flickering candle light

Has a way of wringing out the lonely from our nights

We bind ourselves together and wait for love to inject

Then later when parted, we ask…was it love or Memorex?

Divorce declares no winners; all lose regardless of gender

The sheet gets ripped; forever torn; now way to mend her

And as we grieve the losses; pay them with last respects

Deep down we wonder…was it really love or just Memorex?

Love has a way of surfacing from the darkest, deepest depth

It survives harsh words and actions; all the tears that are wept

And when it is disassembled with the most intricate of dissects

One never has to wonder….is it love or Memorex?

So take heed to wisdom; learn from those who surely know

Know love when it shows up and never allow it to just go

Be careful with your heart in matters of the opposite sex

And you’ll never have to ponder true love and Memorex.

©Copyright WBrown2013. All Rights Reserved.

19 April 2013