Feed the Love

Imagination trumps intelligence,

and creativity hits the genius mark,

leading the separated few

towards a light from within the dark;

where Hope becomes the timber

that burns from Worry's spark.

It's difficult to stimulate

what has obviously never been,

and having no inspiration

is like never knowing a friend;

or even worse, a lover

without any time to spend.

For owning, barely, just enough

imagination...to yield Doubt,

will extinguish Love's fragile flame

leaving both involved, without;

a direction, a destination,

a companion, or a Route.

So worrying about True Love

fades the Truth from all that's said,

replacing all the Hopes and Dreams

with a Spirit that's both Dry, and Dead;

for even a Love that's growing strong

must be coddled and then Spoonfed.