It’s a hug
That calms a storm,
A kiss that’s cool rain,
From a sun so warm.
It’s a touch
That stands apart in a crowd.
A glance
That makes breath so loud.
It’s the moon,
On a dark night.
It’s who or what
That brings you to its light.
Love is all the words
Poets have written or said,
It births in the heart
And lives on in the head.
I looked at you,
Over an aching heart –
The disgust in you
Gave despair a start.
All I wanted
Was made too clear:
Strong security
And freedom from fear.
Though I know all men
Are much the same:
I played this old game
That has a new name.
I walk the night again,
It will help me cope,
With a cold future,
That freezes my hope.
Your touch has lost warmth,
My eyes aren’t as bright;
You get more than you ask
And I have no will to fight.
I am alone again,
I make love alone;
It is alone I smile,
All alone I moan.
Intimacy was lust
They blurred in the start,
I must explain this
To this fallen heart.
Like innumerable tears,
Falling from leaves on grass,
The years fly and who knows
What yet will come to.pass.
As time shifts from the womb,
Love fades and loss looms;
Clear skies that once shone
Are now choked by life’s fumes.
The countless upon countless
Leaves of grass wilt in the heat,
Years age through seasons of time,
Until in death they all shall meet
Hearts Still Care 
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