Starting out on poetry

Ill give this page another try!
This is a poem written in December 2006.

Who can tell us what it is
this thing called love,
who can tell us where to go
to find it,
who can break the bonds
that wrap the heart,
who can cut the ropes
that bind it?

How come all our feelings
are so hard to find,
when they stare us
in the face each day?
Do the precious moments
that we cherish now
ever really fade away?

How can love be constant
in this changing world,
made up of the tears
we wipe away?
Who gave love permission
to entrap the soul,
lock it up and
throw the key away?

I have got a book to write
of poems to read’
we all have a million
things to do,
but if you take
a deeper breath
you may believe
love is always there
to comfort you.

Love is like a tree
that stands so strong and tall,
like a fragile flower
in the dew,
but if you are brave enough
to sing its tune,
love will never once
abandon you.


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