Love's Dialectic

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