On Love Poem by Shirley Harrison
On Love
He turned to me
and in his sweet soft voice
said,
speak to me of love,
and so I raised my head
and my shoulders and I did…
Me,
if one is not willing to fight for ones' love
then love is lost
when the tongue be stubborn in silence
even though the heart
be full of warmth wants to speak
love is lost
If one feels alone
even though one is in love,
that love is lost.
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