Love Is Not Constant
Love isn't constant--its wings poised for flight;
altho sometimes climbs clouds on a dare.
Oft softly trembles with unmatched delight;
elusive as catching handfuls of air.
Romantic love exists, proper and tame.
Hidden love, oft times returned from the past.
Love stolen, with blemish, but seldom shame.
Teenage Forever Love, probably won't last.
Love rushes us to join in dance and song.
Passionate kisses burn chared words to mist.
When heat disappears, love might go along,
regardless of whispered moments of bliss.
Sad we can't bottle love, keep it well-stirred.
But, like a river, it needs breadth and sun.
Running swiftly, it might leave undeterred
fissures as footprints when distance is run.
May 26, 2022
for Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
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