On the horizon the wind slowly dies
As it has no one to offer it care...
From afar, one may hear its wistful cries
As it falls into a solemn, still air.
Where's now the love that was there yesterday?
Could loyalties be so frail and broken
That the years gone by should so soon betray
All love maintained?...Lest these words be spoken:
That reciprocity should not compel
Any mate to fail in their quest to resist
That darker half of our nature; to REBEL
Instead gives what love the means to insist...
That in grief and sorrow I look to defend,
What love I must value, and loyalty lend!
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Reason for writing:
I suppose I can truthfully say I have a somewhat melancholy
personality; precluding me from optimism...yet I still
believe in love...even if I've never been very successful
at it...at least not YET!
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