About Love

Seeker

 

 

I write of love again, I never tire

of doing so and know I'll never stop

A heart of love is filled with lovely fire

but also a cool stillness as a sop

 

for the ill winds that buffet our elans

With the despair of blind birds some can’t love

Love’s secret lies in the sheer grace of swans

Or the sweet sound of a cooing dove

 

Like the sea washes the sand with the tide

erasing castles built with errant hands

Love should forgive with both arms open wide

Else our joined fealties rest on shifting sands

 

Oh you blind birds forsake your futile quest

God must have dreamed your fate in cruel jest

 

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 3rd, 2017 09:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: I haven't had that many loves (romantic) in my life. I had one obsessional love I do regret terribly and one (my present) genuine, mature love that is so rewarding it makes me want to weep.
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  • dusk arising

    All too true, those last two lines nail it. Is our existence here on earth a pre planned course to test us? Excellent and provocative writing. Please comment on my stuff.

  • Seeker

    Thank you very much Dusk.



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