Love Turned A Mangrove Into My Alcove Poem by John Sensele

When doubt nibbled at my soul
Love flew in and turned my mangrove
Scoring the most important goal
That love landed in my alcove

All of sudden the way forward grew clear
Wondering why I couldn't see
The prize that's always been mine, holding me dear
Wishing me

Well through thin and thick
Through affliction and pain
Asking only to love, to care when weak
Broken, mistaken, I searched on the wrong side in vain

Rummaging through emptiness
Groping in a forest of indifference
Probing for warmth in the marble coldness
Blinding me, steering me from the influence

Love held for me in store
Waiting my heart to gladden
Although the momentum of progress I broke
Wishing I could float in a happiness den

When genuine, serene, pristine
Love stormed my blindness
Telling me clean
Intentions it's held to free me from the stranglehold of sadness and loneliness

Like a powerful magnet
To attract me to the bosom of love
Not through tricks and mirages of the Internet
But through congenial commitment that love peals on me shove.