Love is young like a delicate rose- petal
So easily flung, devoured by transient blooms
Reckless the endings with salty lips of passion
Only to find it is all about moonlit conquests.
Love is a mirror of anger, perhaps a cry
An obsession to hold when one feels alone;
This clutch grasping unto shadowed vines of fear
Possessing the other for ruthless exploitation.
Love is persistent in its everyday care
Breeding seeds of joy from evening to dawn
When cycles of trials rage, life finds grace
Embracing ebon nights, all else is forgiven.
Love is Aurora bright, eternal in its light gleaming
Never weary, always unconditional through morn’s dew
To see God’s face in a partner’s gentle eyes
Accepting the other as divine spirit in human form.
Frank H: Love Is
by nette onclaud