L.O.V.E Poem by Robert Kallend

A continuous facade to which we both cling to. The constant notion that words mean naught, for true, heart felt emotion. love so messed up, so indecisive, so intriguing the mere thought draws us closer. A sudden rush of blood and once more do we fall within each others arms. such an existence. Acceptable?

Previous accusations and tormented statements bare no importance as smiles blaze. The tiny moment of relief, of long awaited happiness thaws cold hearts inside. Such wasted love essential for the cleansing of ones mind. The weakening of hearts and new realization of the mind paramount. For future beliefs.

Lines so typically drawn between love and lust, now as good as one. Words of comfort could not but disparage, when compared with loves lustful breath. The anxiety and disbelief growing, through firmly held hands. Hoping beyond hope that this feeling of togetherness be genuine, through nights and through dreaded days to come.

No longer can I accept this! such an existence be sickening to my now, empty hearts’ virtues. What once so red and full of life, now black and blue within caged body. When can I escape this lowly wandering within misery’s stranglehold. Now? Or never? Or perhaps forever? shall I be within this frailty known as L.O.V.E