Love

Is it just a word

You chew in your mouth?

Or a keen sword

To tear apart

A touchy heart

And all the happy thoughts?

Is it all you have got before you lose

Or is it all you give

When you have nothing to lose?

Are you just a tear

Swaying sadly on a pale cheek

Or the very sweet flower

The turbulent fingers of a lover pick?

Are you just a ladder

Growing glorious and high,

Lovers mounting your pain

Jump over the truth with a sigh?

Are you the shoulder life weeps on

When the harsh wind that sweeps away

Those who come and those that are gone?

As a child forgets his mother’s womb

And the sun sets and rises without repent,

Are you here to set sorrow free?

Love! You are a mystery to me.