Along The Lake Came Love

a poem of love.

It started with a smile,

It lasted a while.

Now you, I, us, we, have to talk about it.

It gave you and me hope

It also tore us apart.

It continues to make you upset.

Though it can just forget.

It's the reason you still love me.

It holds me from being free.

It gave me choice.

It told an answer.

But you first thought it was cancer.

It is why you thought of me, and I think of you.

It's something you put me through.

They used to say "it was a mistake."

But it and only it was our fate.

It bonds you, me, us, and us to the trust that you fuss but won't crush.

It is what we love.

It was once a star from above.

It got used to us.

It became a must.

It's something you can take from me. Although it chose me.

So it can't be he or she, it can only be me.

You can't share it with anyone but me.

It was something you wanted, but I need.

It is why we once again became us, them, and only we.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

It's confusing and yet the way it is with language not knowing why we are putting one word or possibility in the blank as another, when both can happen or do. But to know what has happened and what we are doing and what shall occur. Of course it must be quite beautiful in the end or why else keep on as we write in this horrible vortex, at times alone

[D'arcy The Bear]

its a poem that only a dream and a choice can understand. the direction can be confusing, but depending on the standpoint of the reader, its as clear as looking for the answer in yourself.