Do you love me?
He says yes.
I ask how much?
He says guess.
He turns and sleeps.
The soft snore
Makes me think,
Like times before.
I know this love.
It is good,
Faces down storms
As love should.
But that soft snore
Makes me look
To love I know
In a book.
Those pages are old;
But romance
Still makes words there
Slowly dance.
I dream each night,
In the dark,
The snore destroys
That book mark.
Sometimes the heart sinks,
A subtle descent
To where no one thinks,
Where thoughts are not meant,
A tug of emotion,
Pulling one down
In some ancient ocean,
Of terrible renown,
Whose waters seem calm,
Like an aery space,
Offering a balm
To this fall from grace,
An ascent into air,
Where life aspired,
Love retained its flair
And hope still desired.
This calm’s an illusion.
Its depths are torn
By love’s delusion
That no one can mourn.
Hope lurks here,
In the cold water,
Evading the fear
Of captured slaughter.
It continues to sink
In the dark and cold.
This is no random link.
Perhaps it is foretold.
Some say, you love only once.
Some say, no conditions applied.
You know love’s trickier than that;
Those some didn’t mean to, but they lied.
Love occurs at various times.
It comes and goes, per its will,
Though it treats you to a grand date,
It, kind of, leaves you with the bill.
Some say, it is pure and pristine.
Some say, true love forever stays.
You find it can be hurtful and sad;
Those some didn’t consider all its ways.
Love is jealous and often mean,
It makes you fall against your will,
And then you find yourself alone,
Then you force your heart to be still.
Some say, it is God-like and holy.
Some say, it elevates the soul.
You hope it leaves you alive and sane;
Those some didn’t know it consumes you whole.
Love hurts and, if God exists,
It only makes Him the best:
For when true love scraps your heart,
It is flung back to His chest.
Hearts Still Care 
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