It's What Matters
Sometimes love is not enough
though it may drip like sunlight through the heart
and splash its drops upon the soul
the very essence of its being is to give
without binds or bonds
no matter its yearnings or its needs
the face of love is worn, not carried
it rises as does the dawn in glorious light
to chase away the darkness
and fill the heart with life in abundance
yet, its light may fall on the emptiness of desire
that seeks not warmth or comfort
rather a fulfillment of loneliness
that hides in the hollow shadows that dwell in silence
needing to be fed by any attention
like a vampire draining the heart of emotion
to give it life and rise from the dead
you may give until there is no more
and like the petals on a rose
crumble and fall onto the cold ground of broken hearts
9/8/19
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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