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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 Vote for this poem
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