A mind
Bites its lip
Wondering of
Love’s worth
Is this the risk we take
Kissing strangers
we think we know
Fighting dangers
Unseen, unknown
Is this the risk
Unwanted divorce
Unplanned abuse
Unexpected loss
Unmerited accuse
Is this
A scheme t’ward
Guaranteed pain
Or conniving threats
To love unfeigned
Is
Love the good ache
The need beyond lust
Does it bleed red pedals
And erase frivolous dust
Is
Love age-old
No matter the start
Does it remember nothing
But every good part
Is
Love the puddle
Of cries that are caught
Then held, mirroring myself
Ne’er left for naught
Is
Love the playground swing
That makes my kid mind soar
Whisking me off my feet
Bellowing out, there’s more
More to life
More above
More to be
More to love
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