Love tis not a thing,
bound by time or space.
You cannot send it away,
nor invite it in.
It is not coached,
nor guided by a map.
It can grip the soul,
with fear or hope.
Sleepless nights,
full of anguish and tears,
are its furthest friends,
and closest enemies.
Yet dreams of "could be",
spur it onward.
It conquers that which,
none other can.
Death, Time, Pain,
Love is the healer of all.
JCM 2009
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:15 PM UTC
Love tis not a thing,
bound by time or space.
You cannot send it away,
nor invite it in.
It is not coached,
nor guided by a map.
It can grip the soul,
with fear or hope.
Sleepless nights,
full of anguish and tears,
are its furthest friends,
and closest enemies.
Yet dreams of "could be",
spur it onward.
It conquers that which,
none other can.
Death, Time, Pain,
Love is the healer of all.
JCM 2009
JCM 2010 ©
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