Love is a craving
That never quite gets
Fulfilled.
You love, with an intensity,
Most times with a
Sense of entitlement
That expects the same
From your loved one!
Knowing full well
What a gypsy the heart is
Loving who it will,
You, perhaps.
Never exclusive, but
Inclusive of so very much.
You still crave that the Love
Be this way or that,
Be this much or that…
Never understanding,
As the wise saying goes…
It is not to love, but be loved
That is the greatest blessing.
You are loved.
Why is it so hard to believe. that?
26 April, 2018, Day#25 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
April 26, 2018 at 11:26 pm
The first three lines make one pause
Indeed, for thought, they give cause
But the very last line —
Fantastically fine —
Is like a diamond without any flaws!
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April 27, 2018 at 12:58 am
Beautiful.
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April 26, 2018 at 8:34 pm
That’s kind of you 🙂 Thank you 🙂
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