Some Love

Some love we vocalize daily, if we are wise
Understanding our fortune
Knowing how easily it could be lost
Knowing it must someday end
Sometimes we secretly hope
To be the first to vanish
So we won’t know the loss

Some love persists unconditionally
From womb to oblivion
The only sort that none can fault
Through even the most horrendous
Crimes or brutal assaults
For this love exist on a level
Most primal, most ancient
And it’s through that love
We persist across centuries

Some love we consider on an occasional basis
Thinking of it from a distance
Perhaps 13 times a year
As if synced with the moon growing fat
Sweeter in memory than reality
We allow it to entertain us
From time to time
Through letters, photos,
And laughing memories 

Some love, we don’t fully understand
Or we outright fear it so we keep it silent
Try to deny its existence
While it warms us briefly with every sunrise
And enchants us in dimly lit evenings
When the colours around us have faded and dulled
When our mind is free to roam
Beyond the borders of sense and reason
Into the distant frontiers of our limitless imagination
We indulge in half-thoughts and half-dreams
Both vivid and fragmented 
Desires we pine for alone in the dark 
Wishing we could lend them voice

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February 18 – April 18, 2025