Might I be so bold to speak of Love

When a heart has no more
to give and coldness
makes its way into its
depth what makes
it feel again
The pondering of days
lived and lived again
The hope each night
of possibility
still to return to
coldness
The radiance of the sun's
first light should
be warmth, but
it cannot be seen nor felt
Freshened day as the morn
before
Still no peace to speak of....
Could it be why
I can't see
my eyes are ugly
and losing more of myself to be left with
no worth...
There is a saving grace
i've avoided for years.
Lived guiding my own path
lost everything once and again
Gave too much too soon with
no return, and matters of the
heart are sarcasm to me now...
i feel and love and cherish
beauty found innocence, but fear
holds me close and love though
desired is on the other side of
the horizon....
But the greatest of these is love
for it is true that love may conquer
all, love may have launched a thousand
ships, it is also true that love has
mis lead even the most profound of
folks.... and entered the city
unbecoming to surprise and love allowed
it to be.....
Do not be guided by the prospect of love
for it is a long way to get to her bosom
and should she reveal the softness and grandeur
that bases life, hold it dear...
if her name is made known to you
and a smile is recognized
a dream seen in her deep eyes--
her eyes, they tell the story of
all that has come to her in those
days, as a youth she fell into
a path that was laid before her.
it was pain at times and brought her
tears never known to exist before..
as the world continues to turn
it in same seems to come crashing in
not following the axis on which we
have based it, but the burden is heavy
covered in glass...though we can see
through the troubles
still true they are indeed--
as she blinks again the light reflects
clearly and shown is a new shade of
gold. as a witness the sky grows jealous
the vast sea in likeness of mystic deep can't
touch her....

So of love i may say a hope and a dream
keep you close enough to cherish, but
the reality of it is love comes in the blink
of an eye, it could be the first encounter.
Love comes not at all....
Or love is slow to blossom over time and grows
to a field of lilies in spring full bloom...

In closing i bid you farewell, this naive process
of thought that eased my fall for the moment
lead me down an unfamiliar road, and left me again
back to the coldness i have created...
She is peace, calm, freshened air as a cool breeze,
beauty with nothing to compare, eyes as the sun's light a new and
not even the sea can touch them, depth of thought, and
loveable should there be one worthy....

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