Love's Dance

A Poem by Willow Clark

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When things look unclear and dark is the way,
I look to my love with heart and eyes wide.
Naught else can get me through the weary day,
But holding fast to love without my pride.
Cupid can’t craft the love of which I speak.
Aphrodite herself cannot fathom
This love that the dreamers so often seek.
Mortals are drawn to jump in this chasm,
Without looking down, without thinking twice.
So many jump and are broken at heart,
Then jump again, for love’s pleasures entice.
When this love works, it’s a rare form of art.
So although this love’s a delicate dance,
With you I am willing to take the chance.