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This is not what I chose to feel

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This is not what I choose to feel,
When all I did was hold you dear;
I’m now hurt with no hope to heal
And instead of love, I taste fear.

The days of happiness die fast,
The tangled moments have no respite,
What will, eventually, last
Is gathered pain, after each fight.

I find that I must cringe and rue
The pain of life, the loss of love,
Who must I relegate blame to:
A devil below, a god above?

But I walked with open eyes,
Thinking this is what should be done
To hold joy before it wilts and dies,
To gather flowers under the sun.

If the skies greyed and storms began,
What matter who merits the blame;
All that counts is I was my own man,
Who held to each rule of this game.

Making Love Stay

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Happiness entered with love.

Its intensity decreased.

It bursts in random fits now,

Yet it hasn’t fully ceased.

 

I hope due to memory

Of each and every touch;

But I try not to complain –

At least, not so very much.

 

Is this all that’s left behind:

A touch here, a smile there?

Yes, most loving’s done alone,

In dreams built from empty air.

 

But my fear is this

That I will never realize,

If this is love’s truth

As seen from its own eyes?

 

I could free this happiness,

For one that seems more,

But then I remember

I have done this before.

 

Do I need to reach out,

While holding this one true,

And find in other smiles

What I often found in you?

 

Is this what love had to show

To make me notice the grey,

In love’s battle of colours,

Is this how we make it stay?

All of Love’s Hands

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In your eyes, I spied something new:
A feeling I had left for dead:
It was something all of time slew,
Deceiving the heart with the head.

Love expands to take in all:
Family, lover and friend
I cannot help but quietly fall
Into light that seems to never end.

That seems to never end is true –
For seeming is just what it gives…
And its brilliant, shiny hue
All confidence in love forgives.

What allure the beginning brings
Influences feelings for you –
Leads me to meet forgotten things
Which cynical time made to rue.

I cannot think of reasons why
I must look the other way;
Though I know, it is vain to try
To make this unsullied light stay.

I tried so many times before,
With so many who were my past,
Love burst with a frenzied furor;
But that light did not seem to last.

Maybe love is such that but seems,
Coming to me in flimsy dreams;
And all it leaves behind
Is permanence one cannot find.

I will still hold all of love’s hands
Even though this heart is in the know
Even though with knowledge understands
That, in time, they will all let go.