Suspected Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Love to maintain it.
Must first have its origin,
Started from one's heart.
Love to seek and felt not received.
Stays an unending search,
For one who disbelieves...
Love has always been theirs within reach.
If it is there and not nourished.
Or felt deep within.
Whomever is near and willing to share.
Will always be suspected.
And detected.
As someone who comes to take away.
From another unprepared,
To know what it is have or give their love.