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If Love Is So Simple

If love is so simple
why is it not simpler
like a kiss, enveloping arms,
or a gentle touch?

If love is so simple
why is it not simpler
like an ode, a sonnet,
an open heart?

If love is so simple
why is it not simpler
like consideration, acceptance,

If love is so simple
why is it not simpler
as walking,
as breathing,
as a kind of mindfulness?

Do not think me simple.
I have thought on this.
Love need not be difficult.
A complication of our age.

Love might be a comfort.
Love might be a burst
of unplanned optimism
instead of opportunistic verse
chained to artificiality,
tricked by convention,
or finely rehearsed.

If love would be so simple.
It might simply bloom.
I see a garden growing ahead
in the distance.
We all could enter in.
And be happier.

Copyright March 12, 2013 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo From Her Tilt-a-World

A kinder gentler poem from me. But a very important question.

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