To love or not to love
Once I felt the patent feeling acutely too,
A spark within, a flame anew,
Wouldn't deter the impetus will that took me in,
A journey's start, with heart and kin.
Once I was in love in those times of yore,
When passion's fire burned bright and more,
But my portrayal of love has since changed,
A new perspective, rearranged.
So I never been in love, they say,
Though sagely settling I been in love's way,
But yet again in all honesty reconsidering I never been,
For love's a mystery, forever unseen.
Though I felt the warmth of a summer's abided fever,
A gentle touch, a tender whisper, a sweet surrender,
I also felt the best cold of impassive winters swelling wide,
A chill that ran deep, a heart that would not divide.
I seen much of white and many of black,
A kaleidoscope of love's intricate track,
I seen more sorts of love all invented, weaved into form,
A tapestry rich, a story to be sworn.
But I wander still, in love's uncertain way,
For though I've known love's fleeting thrill,
I've also known its bitter pill.
Yet still I search, through love's uncertain night,
For that elusive spark, that guiding light,
That leads me through, the labyrinthine heart,
To find the love that sets us apart.
And when I find it, I'll know it's true,
For love's a journey, not a destination anew,
It's the sum of moments, lived and shared,
The love we make, the love we've dared.
But till then, I'll roam, in love's uncertain land,
With heart aflame, and hand in hand,
For love's a mystery, forever to be told,
A story woven, of threads of gold.
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