Janice M Pickett

(Middlesex England)

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. (Quote) Yeats


Love is a moment in time
its future unseen
its pleasure for the present
Love grows only when
the soil like a bed of roses
is tended and kept fertilised
continually with a gentle hand
Who knows if love new will become love old
The future changes rapidly
Each day brings something unexpected
Love is an unknown commodity
The future of love is indeed
beyond telling
Love is something to encompass
Enjoyed and explored for the moment
It cannot be planned nor tamed
It explodes from nowhere
lashing out its claws and grabbing
you when least expected
But it can let go just as fast
Slapping you in the face with a vicious blow
Love is Love
It is you
it is me
it is everyone
at some time or other
Is it now?
Only you know the answer!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 01, 2009

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