Love: Unknown
Out-of-Order; Return to Sender
Addressee
Unknown – romantic contender
Roses
are red, affection is blue
turning
my head, but rarely is true.
Spoken
vows, but tacit lies
instinct
arouse, and parental ties
convenience
allows us to close our eyes
ardor
fades, to contempt arise.
Hackneyed
embraces to boredom grown
remnants
and traces of passion groan
Expectations
and pent-up emotions are sown
silenced
endearments, our lips are sewn.
Fondness
is a many-splendored thing
Vestiges
of delight - we thrash and cling
to
spectacular visions as folklore verve
of
pledges proclaimed with hope we observe.
I
know not of what I was taught and have sought
only
to lose it and choose what was already brought
to
a mind of wanting what I could not have earned
with
a kind of daunting memories burned…
Into
my mind of failures of ubiquitous need
that
began way back in time, when barely a seed
the
quest for a “thing” that was essential for living
a
factor in life, for taking and giving.
Ashes
to ashes and dust to dust
gashes
of the heart, accept I must
it
is much better off - sufficiently alone
The
meaning of love is forever unknown.
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2003 Amy L. Allison
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