What kind of love is one that harsh-insists,
I'll love you only if you promise this?
And then present you with a lengthy list,
a schisty set of shifting-sand requests.
...
That kind of love advantages but one
audacious in their selfish insistence;
the other's disadvantaged with aplomb -
no reason seen for further discussion.
...
That kind of love, if love it can be called,
perverts a gift into what must be grossed,
converts beleaguered partner into thrall,
murders affection leaving howling ghost.
...
I came to you with open heart and hand;
three decades later, I've drawn line in sand.
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Borealis Love
PoetryLove - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to...
