Monday, February 13, 2017

LOVE BROOK

This ain't a law
It is a wonder that curves
Taking as it receives
In class it isn't taught
And so no genius of it exists,
Though in varying degrees,
this magic is espoused.

It doesn't get extinguished,
It dies slowly-nay it wanes,
When left unattended.
But like a snowy brook,
from a mountain recess ,
't can sprout again,
to spread its wings,
and cover wrongs past
with its lovely splendor.

To love and be loved
isn't a liability to either
its a responsibility,
borne of passion,
its a lasting reservoir,
that quench  a thirsty soul,
feeds a hungry crave,
and calms a restless heart.
From me to you-
I love you...will always do.


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