People say that love is strong
why, call they
what has no body
strong, when
it is incorporeal
it cannot move
nor do anything on its own.

Love always need thoughts
and truth, to give it a spirit
feelings, a soul
actions for a body.

In love is not to love
once she was not, though I pretended
a capricious salty ocean wave
a horse shaking her mane
on a craggy mountainside
I tried to row in the right direction
but she, biting wind always changing directions

now she is spring forever
a field warm, wind blowing through flower-petals
the sun flowing warming rays, yellowing the grass
and she flies, a bird
nibbling flowers and singing harmony
many notes at once

now I am shy and wait
only for knowing our foundation.



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