Spring Wakes the Beast
Loves lost, loves lived, loves laboured,
And loves loving flayed over whipping posts
Loves dragged through mud, through meat grinders,
And loves stretched to the limit by loves deep ties,
Loves lingering fingers taut about the throat of one’s love.
Love like love is losing its grip, lessening its hold,
Lengthening its stride as it searches for a home,
Elsewhere.
Love like tomorrow is gone wrong, love soured, scoured bare,
Likened to a scar, a wound that is not there.
Love as death a certainty in life,
Love as if your alone, which you are, in the end.
Love as if you need to, don’t you?
Love is forever, forever faint and whimsical.
A fleeting fancy fantastic frenzied fray into fanaticism.
Love is divine, delightful and decisive; deny it at your dismay.
Love me too and I’ll love you, and we’ll love everyone together,
But then you will grow green, and then get mean,
And apart we’ll be forever…….
Love you see, is not care free, it has a fee,
Love is you, love is me, love is humanity.
Yet here he sits writing verse, it could be worse,
Love could find his open heart, tear a hole, work it wide,
Then worm its sinister little way inside.
Hollie: April, 5th, 2010
Loves lost, loves lived, loves laboured,
And loves loving flayed over whipping posts
Loves dragged through mud, through meat grinders,
And loves stretched to the limit by loves deep ties,
Loves lingering fingers taut about the throat of one’s love.
Love like love is losing its grip, lessening its hold,
Lengthening its stride as it searches for a home,
Elsewhere.
Love like tomorrow is gone wrong, love soured, scoured bare,
Likened to a scar, a wound that is not there.
Love as death a certainty in life,
Love as if your alone, which you are, in the end.
Love as if you need to, don’t you?
Love is forever, forever faint and whimsical.
A fleeting fancy fantastic frenzied fray into fanaticism.
Love is divine, delightful and decisive; deny it at your dismay.
Love me too and I’ll love you, and we’ll love everyone together,
But then you will grow green, and then get mean,
And apart we’ll be forever…….
Love you see, is not care free, it has a fee,
Love is you, love is me, love is humanity.
Yet here he sits writing verse, it could be worse,
Love could find his open heart, tear a hole, work it wide,
Then worm its sinister little way inside.
Hollie: April, 5th, 2010
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