For Love To Love Poem by Raj Yura

Unsteady, what is love to being? In love to be!
My life led me to believe thorns are the norm
Flowers are for the evening gown of the marksman
Who in the middle of the dust storm
shoots the bull in the eye!
Brave is he who rides calmly in the whirlpool of tides
And skill is with him who outreaches for the shore
Despite the boat having upturned by the sides
Having spent the summer as if it were a blacksmith
Who weld the armor for the alms of the snow
And strong is he who eats the forbidden fruit with half-awake a smile
Riders of the seasons come and go,
the pearls of earls fall from the trees that of a great showman
Underneath a tree, I lie in her lap beaten by the bough