Forgotten Ground Regained
Love
Originally published in Withowinde 192, p. 10, Winter, 2019
Love is a fire whose flames lick unseen,It’s a wound that winds without being felt;It’s a happy heart that heaves with sadness,It’s a hard hurt that maddens without hurting;It’s loving nothing less than being loved;It’s living alone amongst the living;It’s hating to be happy with happiness;It’s winning a war that will always be lost;It’s chaining your heart with the chains of your choice;It’s willing thralldom to one who thrashes you;It is to kiss quick the one who would kill you.But if love itself lunges against love,How shape itself and shift itself to showMen’s hearts friendship that it would murder?
Copyright © Ian Holt, 2019
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