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Love often seems
momentary,
fleeting,
yet ever promising
ever hopeful
everlasting.
A seeming paradox.
Love is fragile,
delicate,
like a butterfly.
Always meant to
be cherished,
held tenderly,
not grasped,
demanded,
expected,
taken.
Love, once chased,
once pursued
unrelentingly
or treated
merely as a
challenge
will flee and
not return.
Therein the secret
told.
Love just is.
Knows no bounds
or bonds.
Comes freely,
leaves freely.
Once permitted
this freedom,
unfettered by
jealous heart
or imagined
fears,
then true love
will be
forever,
everlasting.
Copyright 2000
Merrie Lindsay |
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