Poetry for lovers-Love is fragile
One night love touched me
A Love Story
One night, love touched me softly,
caressing me, holding me tightly;
leaving a never to be forgotten
glow....upon my heart.
But one must be a very special person
to hold onto love once it is given.
It must be cared for, nurtured, protected,
held softly, but not too tightly...
cultivated and cherished.
I was not such a person!
I demanded perfection.
Love is not perfection!
Love is very fragile with many flaws.
love, like fine china
Like fine china it must be handled very carefully,
for if it slips from loving hands,
it will shatter and break into many tiny slivers,
....never to be replaced.
The one I loved was human,
with many faults and weaknesses,
which I was unable to accept.
I failed to see the kindness and caring.
And now on lonely nights
I sit remembering how I discarded love
because I was too weak
to accept another's weaknesses....