Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Love 'v' Love

Love 'v' Love

The glance, askance, romance ?
A pulsating, fixating, gyrating.
Soft mushy, fuzzy, wuzzy.

We call this thing love.
Being 'in love' is a wonderful affair,
And perchance, is so ruefully rare.

But is this true love ?
A firework display of testosterones,
And palpitating hollow thought-ed breaths.

I see real love deepen,
To a point of near contentment,
Needing none of this flamboyance.

The laugh, the smile, the dance.
A shoulder to rest tearfully on,
The hand to hold in a storm.