Thorns of
Morning Dew by liz snader
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of
salt, topaz”
Partially
painful, but beholding beauty within.
How
could I love you as if
You
were a bed of thorns, morning dew-
Ready
to prick me, but calm and contemplative about it all.
The
things of love can complement or
Contradict
one another-though that is
A
choice you have to make.
By
pushing and pulling, our being
Is
stretched to its maximum
Potential
and can be pushed no farther-
However-if
love has the pull
Of
the moon-the rush of the
Ocean-the
sweet smell
Of
the rose-it can be tended
And
mended and taken care of.
To
love is to live is to be loved-
But-again-I
tell myself
“I
could never love you”
Because
we are lost under and
In
the universal sun.
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