#443

is love real?

does it truly exist;

is it really all the things the songs

say it is?

is it really as strong as writers tell;

will it survive being battered and bruised

by life's many vagaries, transiencies and occurrences?

does love exist only in fairytales,

to feed our dreams with hopes

as elusive as unicorns and faraway coves

filled with wondrous treasures?

if somebody loves you,

will they always do,

regardless the things your "love" puts them through?

will they forgive your wrongs,

and patch the wounds you sustained,

while you were running in fields forbidden

to you?

if somebody loves you,

will they always do,

long after you have bruised them

past the thresholds that they made absolute

- in the ways you said, you never would?

and if they should find someone new,

will they still love you,

do the ties end when the harp stops playing its tune?

and what is this love,

this love?

is it always patient,

and kind,

and considerate,

and true,

and forgiving,

and does it truly endure until forever?

what is love, i ask you?

sometimes i know it with certainty,

sometimes i tell of its character with conviction,

but like a fraud i always know,

that i speak of things i do not know

for certain.

what is love,

my love, do you know?

will you love me in my uncertainty,

through my flaws,

through the errors of my ways?

will you love me when my moods sour,

will you love me when my youth fades,

and the lines on my face trace longer

than the years left before my eyes?

i often wonder if love is real,

or if it is madness that takes over our souls,

when we hold someone so dearly that it hurts.

is love real,

and is it healthy,

is it really good that it leaves you so exposed?

sleepless. 071610052011