I use to write dark Love poetry years and years ago.
But what I was searching for way back then was a mirage.
I was searching for a Woman whom would give me .
The kind of Love that I could never Live without here.
But that kind of Love is a very dangerous kind of Love.
For it's very addictive and steals the place of God as well.
Even though the Love that we feel for him is not addictive.
But an unconditional type of Love where we put him first.
While also treating Others as We would like to be treated too.
Now I know that I was searching for a mirage not a real woman.
For I now know that if I was ever to be married I love her unconditionally.
Which is a very different type of Love indeed, there no addictive love there.

on an enchanted summer evening
the world feels wonderful and meek

why do I still crave more
     than I can feel and seek

why do I need to go beyond the pastoral
    trust the smooth surface
     of this world
     only for blissful moments

feel almost something like relief
when daily imperfections
crowd me again and throw me hard
into the maelstroem of those obligations
that have accumulated over years
tell me I have matured and know
what all life really is about

but also loudly shout
     I do not know
the meaning of my life

yet I envision in the hour of my death
my last breath will flow easy  
      with no strife

remembering the summer evening
I‘ve spent my life to seek

so wonderful …
      and mild …
            and meek ...

I have little thought for these days
As the future evaporates
And the past grows fat and vivid
I amuse myself with games of flashback
Faces and places flickering
Across an empty mind
Dragging their stories behind them
Dead memories metamorphosing
Into living visceral dreams
Where the flowers of love and loss
Are intertwined so closely
That with the passing of time
They each rob the other
Of some pain and glory
As reality gives way
To a realisation of truth

                                      By Phil Roberts