Love in Four

How to talk of Love?

This is hard.

I don't know if I can do it.

You see, I want to go big,

Take Love to the max

With the odd long word or two

From my tool box

To make a poem that will last.

But each line will be huge and deep

And wide and too much for this task.

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Big with each word: that is how I like to do it!

To show how love is so fine.

It has a lack of fear:

Seen in the bold way it eyes you

On Day One

With an open bare look:

"Come here!" it says

And you skip to it, warm and easy

With hope that it will keep you,

Safe.

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And the best Love, the love

That goes on and on -

Can you sum it up in four?

The days of love that show in

Your skin and the skin of the one you love

As it will ruck and line and grey

Over time;

But in the face of this face

Love will hold you and them as one.

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But it is not easy

To get this over

When you have a tiny pool

To grab a word from;

I feel held back and

Tied and this is not what love is.

Love does not know a wall;

Love does not know a trap

Love can ride high and free

Like a bird on the wing,

And soar into the air,

High

To fly

To the moon and back.

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I ask:

Why put a lead on love?

Don't jerk it like a dog

Kept in the yard!

Let it bark and howl!

And bite! But only to put a soft mark

On a neck or a foot,

For a show of lust for all to see;

The kick that goes with Love

On the side.

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I look back.

Word upon word,

Line upon line

On the page.

And I can see Love! In a poem!

My love of Love and my love of each word

Used to make a Love poem.

It has been hard - four, it's so few.

But it is a love poem to Love.

Love, once more, has won.

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