Stilled Love Poem by Trevor Schulte

Love grows steady,
enhanced with the mere touch
where two souls intertwine;
I still myself to refine.
caught in a breathe
and held till I'm blue,
unwilling to let growth
testify to truth.
Timid, I tremble;
fickle, I fall;
passing mistakes
I do recall.
With brokenness
crowding my view,
I can't envision
the blessed route.
Oh, the pained pain
beats my vein,
as I fall back
and continue to abstain.
Free-flowed passive mistakes
leave me bewildered.
Perplexed not with knowledge,
but chance.
Chance in a progressive past
resurfacing a moment to last.
Knees hit the ground,
tears stream the face;
having recurring memories,
remembering the taste.
Must love be of great pain,
must it hold such disdain,
thats probably why I'll never find it,
remaining sane.