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Click Strange how the word 'click' so inadequately Yet so perfectly describes the first eye contact Between potential lovers magnetically drawn Together by force of Eros. An instant quizzical Uncertainty that suddenly bursts into a flame So potent it cannot be resisted, forgotten or Ignored
There are no doors to hide behind, no pillows Sufficient to quell the longing and no pills to Ease the constant ache of being apart. You Are in love – hopelessly in love – a love that Knows no measure in its ceaseless quest for Consummation
What a state to be in and you a sensible lad or Lass an' all. Going about your business oblivious Of the fact that today is the day that will change Your life forever. Be under no illusion this day will Bring with it the most delicious pain imaginable Common sense will fly out the window whilst silly And awkward will pop in for a time. Love is like A glove in need of a little stretching and pulling Before the fit is just right
Sadly, there are other kinds of love too. The Unrequited kind that aimlessly roams the heart With no chance of fulfilment. The single-sided Kind: a candle held for someone who can't see The light or doesn't want to. Then there is the Hidden kind: a candle screened by a cupped Hand its holder unwilling to share their secret And happy to love without asking anything in Return – a love worth having if ever there was
One I think
© Joseph G Dawson
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