Love
Love is not an obligation.
Love is adaptation.
The fuel of prevalence,
The foundation of courage.
The basis on which life,
finds true meaning.
Love is not comfortable,
It is the fine line between,
agony and serenity.
Love is suffering cruelty,
without the fading of compassion.
Love is longing through the night,
Love is the single tear that finds its way
out of the eye of a hardened soul.
The breaking of a mischievous spirit,
That finds itself humbled,
at the face of reality.
Rain falling on barren land,
The feeling of naked feet amid,
the tide and snow white sand.
Unconditional,
Unyielding…
Eternal.
-James Kelley 2010©
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013
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