These Are the Breaks
Love bursts into flames then simmers on.
It you get burnt; embers remain.
You have to be reckless
sitting on a fence and standing on side-lines
is not an option,
you can die inside when you risk nothing.
At the end of a love affair
there are always showers of joy and sorrow
they live in the same teardrop.
A man who has only loved one woman
has never gambled and lost
never been rejected.
Never having known heartbreak
makes you weak and easily broken.
A woman who loves easily
will choose to love many
though not all at once.
Love turns, changes, evolves,
corrodes, injures, and fulfills.
Let all we walking wounded
be grateful for the tip of the arrow.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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