"Love?" | Poems, 010
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Love?
My mind finds itself tightly bound,
By a spell of the most wily kind,
Thought patterns refuse to re-align,
Exploring ideas as yet undefined,
My heart, too, knows not what to do,
Though it seems a better guide,
So while I feel perhaps a few parts of me have died,
I think this may be worth leaving some things behind.
And the source of my affliction,
Is no character of fiction,
But a real person, proven,
By my physical addiction!
Now, luscious feeling rush out,
Like gushing water from a heavy cloud,
They rain down and nourish,
The vacant spaces of my soul,
And I stand, yielding,
To the healing of whatever pain remains,
Of my once-feigning ways.
It turns out, it was. At least, it was somewhere on the spectrum. After some experience, I now realise that finding "true love" is not real. Love is a way of feeling about somebody that changes from person to person, and changes even within one relationship into different forms...
The great ideal of true love will always only be that... An ideal, never quite attainable because even if we do find it, as we change as people, so do our ideals.
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