If Love Can Only Complain Poem by RIC BASTASA

if love can only complain
it could have said a lot of words
something that you may not like to hear

for love is not a contract with a definite date
when to start and when to end
love has its own time, a meeting a bonding and a departing
it may come back but it never wants to be held
against itself
love is always free nothing bound no one obliged
no one coerced to stay and be loveless in every hour
that tortures what permanence abhors

if love can only complain
it could have told you that you have not known it
for love is just like a river flowing to the sea only to be lost in universality
for love is just like the rain that pours and then disappear to the earth
that it fills, the dryness that it wets, the cracks that it fills

you do not hold a hand permanently like you are a steel chain
you do not kiss that long as though you are a saxophone
will that music last forever? that will be too much of a bore.

take love as a moment a passing wind a leaf enjoying its fall with the wind
take it as a glance, a gaze of a face that you have to savor, and then
do not wish for more

flutter like a butterfly and then you must know that after this short moment
everything is gone like a ghost of someone peeping you at the door