I have loved- mysteriously
Openly and foolishly
Not just childish like
But as a naive believer
However not without flaws
Broken, cuts and bruises
Scarred by too many others
When love was never motive
When love was never present
When love was only gifted
By one side, one blind seer
Pumping love into a withered vein
Until most of all I am, depleted
.
I’m unsure if I will ever love again
So wildly open, so daring
In the only manner I know to give
Or if love was never meant
To be kind enough to be mine
To encompass me forever
To flow through me like a river
Forever churning and quenching
I have but only one direction to go
That is the one- my heart directs
It wasn’t foretold where love resides
Yet peregrinates on whispers of hope
But my heart can but only survive
In that place where love is…truly mine
Poet of the Light © 2018
In giving up the hope of reciprocity, we make our love not another of the myriad of weak streams, but a mighty Ocean :-).
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Perhaps I misunderstand your comment. Without reciprocity we only serve self. If love were only about self, we would never have any need of anyone else, never desire connection in human form and never exhibit love for others to observe as a model. What value are oceans that never intermingle? Once we’ve left this realm, we will have more the love you seem to describe.
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Nothing wrong with reciprocity, just it’s not always the case, but that should not hinder us, like in the Muslim Hadit Qudsi :
“Neither My Earth nor My Heavens could contain Me, whilst the heart of My believing servant does contain Me…”
Or Rabia’s famous poem:
“O my Lord,
the stars glitter
and the eyes of men are closed.
Kings have locked their doors
and each lover is alone with his love.
Here, I am alone with you.”
Like your poems, keep the good work. 🙂
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