Poems

It is not the love, it’s the loving.


The undertones are what get you.
Those subtle shifts in feeling
that blooms forth something new
and unexpectedly enduring.

Love changes the heart
with a drip, drip, like water
wearing a path though stone
making something more tender in shape.

How the heart respects love that is
given despite defensive scorn.
So many barriers to hide behind
and yet even these become useless
against loving acceptance.

What emerges from this puzzle
is a strange sort of loyalty.
Respect for the lover that would not quit.
Unceasing commitment to that honorable heart
that loved you better than you deserved.

The biggest secret to loving
is to love without expecting.
Live without fear of hurting.
Respecting above all else
the heart that made you feel.

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