Thursday, June 30, 2011

Looking



Ah, being in love with love
Makes for a hard road to walk
For love is ideal
And relations are real.

Infatuation!
Now that is a burning reality!
A hot burning fire
That consumes every thought.

But as the fire roars down
To its ember, infatuation ends.
And if love is not born
Then the relationship dies.

Cold and dreary are
The dead desires
Of a burnt out
Relationship

 Leaving the jilted lover
An empty husk
A form with no depths,
Filled only with memories.

Memories that light the fires
The burning fires of desires
Desires to find true love
Loving the ideal love.

Ah, the ideal love
Where does it exist?
In whose heart does it burn?
And can it live in reality?

I believe that it can and does
And not just in a dog’s heart.
Just not for all of us,
For some it is delegated to a dream.