We are each the love of someone’s life
and
the life of someone's love
and
the life of someone's love
our love embraces our lover
our lover embraces our love
we are surrounded by the love of others
a mother's love
a father's love
a God's love
If the ties of these loves are broken
our souls turn to stone
our hearts to tears
our tears to rust
our lover embraces our love
we are surrounded by the love of others
a mother's love
a father's love
a God's love
If the ties of these loves are broken
our souls turn to stone
our hearts to tears
our tears to rust
carry on Tuesdays
Your poem grabs my heart in hugs of love and wisdom. (that joke up top is funny!)
ReplyDeleteWisdom from experience of love. The repetition of shackle or its variations give this a kind of rattle beat.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by my blog and leaving such a nice comment.
the sad reality of most "love"
ReplyDeleteI think it's work of a lifetime to learn real love :-)
I think it's the thought of those shackles that intimidates people, leaving them unable to express their love.
ReplyDeleteshackles or bonds, imprisoned or bound together -- the difference so slight, yet so far apart... and I suppose how one rattles together determines if there is music or not
ReplyDeletetears turn to rust...loved the metaphor
ReplyDeleteDidja have to make me cry? Didja huh? didja?
ReplyDeleteVery good in spite of the tears.
Hi- I've had to move Carry On Tuesday to a new address. Hope to see you there.Keith
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