Love

Love is not like water
Flowing from a faucet
That can be turned on or off at will
In the best of all worlds it seems to me
Love that is given would always be
Returned by the loved one
Most joyously
But sadly it seems
Too often I fear
Love that is given
Oh yes my dear
Is not returned and the giver of love
Feels lonely and spurned
So it’s not a surprise
There are those of us
Who lock up our hearts
And will never trust
Ourselves to be close
So our hearts will not break
If we stay by ourselves
And no chances we take
If we play our cards right
And avoid each pitfall
We can just stay at home
But that’s no fun at all.

© October, 2000 By Lucille Falk Miller