Oh love, where is your tenderness, your kind caress?
My faithless one, are you numb to my soothing touch?
Where's your sweet embrace, understanding and gentleness?
Although you think I've abandoned you, don't feel such
Where is the passion that burned so bright
Pyrite, love's sister, sparkles in the sun
But it didn't last, only ashes after the night
Much that glitters is fool's gold dear one
Why do I feel your sting?
Does not a rose have a thorn?
Why such pain does your absence bring?
I am always with you, don't feel forlorn
Is the glass that I'm looking through distorted?
You need a mirror your best interest to see
Fetus of fondness in my mind, aborted
Nurture it, through its prematurity
Why tears, when gifts were meant for another?
Beware! Excreted feelings of entitlement sprout weeds
Does love in its infinate wisdom need me to suffer?
Cold is required for germination of its seeds
Do all things need pain, to feel joy?
Is not harshness, masked tenderness in disguise?
This old shell do I have to destroy?
That's how new life sprouts, under spring skies
Beyond the horizon I lose all visibility
Myopic is mortal vision
I fear immortality and eternity
Banish all fear with decision
I dread rejection by others
Wish only to be what you are a part of
Can't I depend on love of friends, brothers, or mothers?
Before it comes from another, your own self you must love
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Should ever there be a love that glints and beckons like fools gold, I have been taken in entire by both and have never truly recovered.
Thanks for the review Cryptic. Yes men have been killed over it.
Wow, this poem is truly a masterpiece. Your analogies draw such sublime comparisons to your subjects, and I am left in awe by such precision. Such a profound message as well, one that we ought to heed to: self-love. Above all, though, your rhythmic words are what most enchant me. There’s a certain staccato melody that is so spellbinding, and the second-person pov makes it so much more personal.
Thank you Rocky you humble me. I very much appreciate your review and most gracious comments.
We must each love ourselves Soren but if we are fortunate, as I am, we have love filled by another as well.
Andy
'Beyond the horizon I lose all visibility
Myopic is mortal vision'
what a great line, dear cherished Poet
(I read and learn)
Thank you so much for the review dear poet. Your comments are so appreciated.
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