Love Must Grow, Poem by Mark Curtis

Can only he, from the great above?
Spot real souls, who look for love?
Or is it all down to our perception?
The way you feel, upon reception.

A romantic gesture once a week,
satisfies some, that’s all they seek.
Though only once in seven days,
could lead to parting of the ways.

When love is young, it has to grow,
mature in size, the more you know.
That’s why beware, the clone of smitten,
love’s camouflaged, once you are bitten.

Dive in head first and then two feet,
you must take care, there lies a cheat.
No thought of love, just seek attention,
themselves are all they ever mention.

They love but one, will not be true,
that one is them, so cant be you.
So if you feel that love’s gone stale,
don’t hang or dwell, in dark detail,

Go out and find the one's that know,
true love inside must grow and grow.

copyright 2009 Mark Curtis