Love is.... no it ain't.

LOVE is not what I thought it was.

        I thought you give, give, give


then I realized some who didn't need it would take it all

        I thought you simply pour it out

then I discovered some holes cannot be filled

       I thought you could give it without hurt

then I learned love always carries pain


I have learned love requires defense
                             requires open-eyed diligence
                             requires protection

so it can be saved

              for those who bloom in its presence

MUCH masquerades as love

cheap imitations-glass appears as diamonds

          until pressure is applied

....it shatters and the deception is gone

                    Ah, love;

there are no words...

           an overflow of spirit and soul

           a bursting asunder of self

allowing in another's hurt
                 another's care
                 another's life

becoming one

a unifying substance

allowing others to be as they are

there are no words
            a dawn
            a flood
            a kite
            a rock
            a fire
            a wine
            a swell
            a song, but......

there really are no words.