On Love.


When poets write of love, what do they mean,
This one small word can mean a million things,
From unrequited love to wedding rings,
So many different states that lie between
To some the tree of life is evergreen,
The hearts of some who love forever sing,
And revel in the hope that true love brings,
Together, hand in hand, to live love's dream.


For some the path is dark and leads to pain,
Exquisite pain forever to be bourne,
And in that hurt there's nothing left to gain,
And he or she, once loved, becomes love's bane,
The line twixt love and hate forever torn,
And no-one, in the end, can take the blame.