Love Poem by GRANT FRASER

Love is love
the foundation of change,
is it so unusual to be out
there looking, a hundred times
a day, for some kind of beginning,

A new sense of purpose,
or nourishment,

Love we should know
you without making vows,
or promising stupid things
to those closest and dearest,

Moreover we would learn
how to sleep better at night,
and act wiser every day.
in every possible way...

Instead it grows
up in a flash!

genuflecting...

Pretending to all,
that it knows this place,
and that so far, it couldn't
be happier,

Yet love had already come,
when our parents sweated,
fornicated, to bring us forth,

The seeds of doubt,
championing the dull prophecy,
and that in time,
found a well trod path,

Love is just a wasp,
for the wound,
especially if it stings
you where you thought
there was nothing,

And that in public
you want to cry out at will,
or throw yourself into the Sun,

Love,

well, let's face it,
the kind of love
your content with,
is all that may ever
exist...

I mean, I don't know
how to, you taught me that...