IS THIS LOVE?

IS THIS LOVE?   You scribbled in bits and pieces As parchments and on the scrolls Of a heart so full of love This kind of affection, some say, is blind

And so you stomached everything, all in the name of love

 

The innocent begs the guilty for forgiveness

I see disappointments and unrealized hopes Tucked away in dreams of nothingness While you danced with exhilaration To the savage slavery flute of the piper   Having been in and out of hell To pick a rose from strange Never land Where emotions reigned high And eclipsed the light of reason On a battle ground so hard to define   The double-edged sword pierced deep Into the budding rose of your heart

You speak of a vessel flowing with sweet fluid

Into another who knew not the pains it took to distill

The mature wine you brewed and couldn’t even taste

 

I ask for the sake of clarity, is this love?

Love suppose to be a two way thing Between couples and amongst peoples Yet I see a one way track running into self Is love not longsuffering and does not envy   Love is not provoked and seeks not its own

Go to the one hundred and sixteenth sonnets

See the spear piercing a shaky heart Learn the conditions and abide in faith Hope that the Love you find will never fail