John Lawless Poet Sonnet

For Love is but a Word

For love cannot abide a troubled soul
Nor hold the trembling hand of aging fear
Lest it succumb as doubt makes it less whole
And yet deny its presence drawing near

For love is not a shallow water dream
It rages ‘neath the calm of surface lie
Its depth the chilling darkness of a scream 
That knows its aching fever will not die

Thus, do the lovers dance ‘round fires flame
The heat of endless passion counting coup
Denying that two hearts could be the same
While both the dancing lovers know it’s true

For love is but a word misunderstood
By those who would define it if they could

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Jeanette Swan March 2, 2024 at 4:47 AM This sounds Shakespearean in its sonnet form and also in the language and syntax. It seems to have an authority to state a definition of love while at the same time avoiding defining it. Just the mystery required. Faved. J :)