...still...

love poems,

remain so unknown;

they only capture an essence

in the presence of their own...

they reflect what the esteemed have proudly called home

love is a fictional character's clone

love in the heart,

like behavior is taught...

pushing the boundaries of something we lost

just like the common ground

we cannot cross

love is the barrier, misery is bought~

it cost more than we can compose

we chose not to liberate our foes

although i know

they could expose us like the emperor's new clothes

but all is shown

with this contempt

if we resent

when love represents...

(more)than all accepts

her own true fate

while we imagine love too late

and love,

envisioned

it's sought after

longingly

completed by this chapter

i've become~

a mark skinned sand begger...

love has brought our eyes together~

whenever we'll confront

excepted clever scriptures

perspectives

leave our minds open with perceptions

listening to open questions

as repressed as we are

you know we know where we belong

tossed upon the shores

of torrid letters

please

you say carry on

but we have learned to rely on

each and every member of the

opposition

love is forever

life's tradition