how light dost the love of a lover feel
like feathers perhaps? or the giddy nature of a reel?

how dense dost the love of a lover act
like earth? like air? like rock over years compact?

what beauty dost the love of a lover hold
what strength? what mirth? what never ending gold?

what purpose dost the love of a lover give
to love? yes. To leave? perhaps. to live?

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the love of a lover is all of these things
all emotions
all facts
all truths
and lies

it is greater than what we comprehend
it is eternal
undying
unforgettable

it lives within us
and thrives when we do
it feasts upon our success
and cries with us too

the love of a lover is great and full of power
yet it can be meek as well

it is undefinable
it pushes through all bounds
denies all limits
fits no one description

the love of a lover is everything
yet nothing at all
it is within us
waiting
for an answer to its call.

one moment is all it takes for an unloved heart to break
the torrential downpour of rain, the scorch of fire to dissipate

one moment is all it takes for loss and pain to engorge an empty soul
to force it down a rock faced shaft, to leave it withered and alone

one moment is all it takes the brave to march towards redemption
to rise above blackened soil, to leave the past behind

one moment is all it takes for growth and repair
for the gentle push of leafy heads to push through barriers, for life to live again.

one moment is all you need to build up your walls
to fortify your soul, to stay behind them all

one moment is all it takes to fall in love all again
to laugh, to break, to let go, to stay within capable hands

one moment is all it takes to live.
so live.

she waits on knights and kings
the pain and glory that they bring
the laughter and mirth of their fans

she waits on dukes and lords
the greatness they launch you towards
the lifestyle, the grandeur, the decay

she waits on mansions and castles
and any other large parcels
to give her the joy that she craves

she waits on what she knows
from white fences to old shows
to once again make her feel

she waits on death and life
to combat her strife
and bring her peace amidst the pain

she waits on earth and moon
and every sandy dune
to love and adore her as one

she waits on what she can't take
and all her previous mistakes
it haunts and torments her at night

she waits on dark and light
she waits on her last true fight
a battle of place and time

she waits on pain and hate
wishing for a clean slate
"any moment now."

your love is no miracle
it leaves no satisfaction
it is not wonderful
nor beautiful
it exists only through the coals of desire

but desire is passion
passion is fire
and fire it burns

it scalds
it breaks
it destroys
it leaves no life in its wake

so yes, your love in no miracle
no once in a lifetime thing
its passion
its desire
its heat
its disaster waiting to sing.

in a world without hate
we all have a clean slate
and no grudge is held against you

no foul and no lie
no reason to cry
no want for redemption too

so we pick up ourselves
to store them in shells
knowing they will always love you

but without hate is no love
no divine blessings from above
no need for kindness and grace

no laughter no smiles
no need to be riled
only a long empty face

so it festers and kicks
against the realm which it sits
a body of unmatched pace

through a crack it slips
because hate, it chips
away at an enclosed cage

and it lingers and smells
and breaks up all shells
in bouts of fury and rage

through barriers comes forth
a mass on no course
to nothing, no where, no aim

no place to be hateful
no need to be loved
no want to play life's age old game.

The first time your arms wrapped around me
It was like my lost soul finally found a home

The mess inside didn’t intimidate me
I always loved cleaning up souls like yours

Inside the closet I found vanity and greed
Uncertainty and unpredictability
But I decided to stay

I bought lamps to brighten up the rooms
And opened the curtains when they weren’t enough
Determined to see you smile

I thought you were building a home inside of me too
But you were really just pitching a tent

You knew all along you weren’t there to stay
All you wanted was to collect rent from me
Every night in your bedroom

When my lease was up you kicked me out
And I was left more lost than before

I will never waste my time fixing up a house again

I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet