Love’s Labour is Never Lost

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Holding a forked stick in hand,

there moveth a water dowser.

He summons all his divination,

he is not a careless browser.

 

He locates the water source,

somewhere it lies, buried deep.

Sometimes it's already seeking you

what you may strive to seek.

 

To find life’s elixir,

they begin to dig deep.

Finding love is also similar,

this in our mind, we must keep.

 

To find a sweet stream,

there is a fair chance.

As one may be fortunate

to find a blooming romance.

 

When the stream is found

buried under rock and sand.

Sweat result makes one forget,

an effort tiresome and so grand.

 

Sometimes despite the effort

brackish is the underlying water.

When the efforts turn sour

one tends to blame the spotter.

 

The spotter is our heart

in many matters of this life

We must always forgive him,

no matter how big is the strife.

 

Sometimes we seem to be destined

to not find water at any cost.

Only this doesn’t apply to love

as the love’s labour is never lost.

 

the bloom of love in our hearts

makes our thinking glorious.

Whatever may the outcome

One is always victorious.

  • Author: Max (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2023 09:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Dowsing has long been associated with locating water sources, and the image of a person walking around, holding out a forked stick is likely what first comes to mind when most people hear the word. The practice is still used to pinpoint places to dig a well. The American Society of Dowsers claims the water-finding method dates back at least 8,000 years, citing paintings on the Tassili Caves in North Africa that depict a person “holding a forked branch in his hand, searching for water, surrounded by a group of admiring tribesmen.
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  • Caring dove

    A really interesting and nicely expressed writing 🙂

    I like reading this

    Some beautiful lines in this


    To find a sweet stream,
    there is a fair chance.
    As one may be fortunate
    to find a blooming romance.


    ‘ The spotter is our heart
    in many matters of this life‘

    Lovely way with words








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