Be not cruel to the Notion of Love
Nor, when found, let it fly offLike rain rebounding from a hard ground
For tender are the words of love
When love is spoken in truth
That they remain steady on closed lips
Descending on the recipients breath
Seeping through those closed doors slowly
Confined to ferment
Hold tight to your chest the Notion of Love
Like a needle holds the pine tree up
When winds decide to tempt it to fall
Into the mire of used needles below
Do not become the hand of a love tyrant
Through life, love seeks cuddling warmth
Spoken too loudly, words of love
Will push tender air into an echoic refrain
Spoken too softly, the unsure words will fade
The idea of love is a kind friend
To hold hands with in gentleness
To an aching heart it foreshadows resentment
With a solemn soul at peace it is contentment
Leave your heart open as a receptive place
For Notions of Love to flow in and out
And to provide a soft spot for it to rest
Slumbering in its essence
Wonton love left floating alone in air
Will find the nearest spot for attraction
But leave the inactive participant alone
Loveless and fallen
Mark, 2010
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