The fear of Love
 

I have reason to believe that love is cruel, totally

Indiscriminate, wholly distracting and can hurt. Not

In a physical way like a wound in need of stitches

A plaster or a kiss but a wound nonetheless. The

Work of a piercing mysterious invisible arrow so

Potent that nothing can seemingly be done to avoid

Its aim or alleviate the suffering of those so struck

No chance of ignoring it, no way of escaping the

Sorcery of a casual glance that struck a tinder, that

Gave life to a spark, that slowly smouldered before

Bursting into flames. Sweet persistent flames for

Which there is no beater, no damper and no distant

Prospect to gaze upon that might ease the mind. This

Is love, mind-blowing, raw mesmeric love and those

In love, will know of the anguish, the fear of loss

And thus: the fear of love

© Joseph G Dawson
29/07/2018