Who Knows Love
There are those who think they know
the depth of love.
I fear they have but scratched
its surface
tasted but its scented
temptations
deluded themselves
in its dalliances
for love demands
surrender
in the guise
of victorious
submission.
Love builds a fortress
in a field of daisies
comes to know
each cherished petal
watches as the seasons
work their wiles
sees naught
but the depth of
beauty's beauty
inhales the distant scent
of love's forever
now.
For love is grit and nerve
and sinew....shared
shaped by the winds
of joy and pain
polished by the satin
sheen of lust
nurtured by the tedium
of time.
There are those who think they know
the depth of love
I bid them..........Bon Voyage.
John G. Lawless
11/28/2020
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