Early days love is quite fickle and flighty,
It arrives from wherever and easily leaves.
Loneliness the mainstay of so many hearts,
Resigned to sitting upon a single track of life.
True love evolves and nurtures total yearning,
It’s embracing experience with a silent holding.
Written on the lines and the face of sincerity,
Oft whispers loud notes of caring and sharing.
Demanding in its totality and daily interference,
The rewards never cease in their endless bounty.
Love transfers and encompasses the very best,
For without love there is little reason for being.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 05/02/2014
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Love.’…