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Reflections of Love

A poem encompassing parts of the essence of love.
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Loves a complexity,
Yet so simple,
Itís quite a perplexity.
Attracting poles,
Of equal reflections.
Yet along come corrections and interjections,
Defending rejections;
So entwined in redemptions,
Reminding us tensions.
Thus changing the magnetic field,
So that all that we might yield,
Becomes congealed.
Effort is needed,
To understand the events;
To work on what was meant.
Love is always giving,
Fear is demanding,
Trust is understanding.
To keep expanding,
Without misunderstanding,
Careful communication handling;
Partnerships take time to get grounding,
So don't go on rebounding,
As divorce rates are astounding!
Trust isn't earned,
Itís freely given,
It's just a choice,
An inner voice,
Sometimes stopping our heart rejoice;
Yet sometimes as something enticed,
So don't always take this as advice.
So is love a roll of the dice,
Because of something nice or maybe itís precise;
Yet one thing is, hearts splice,
Regardless of the suffice,
A reflection of paradise.
Until we start to find a vice;
Which could cause us,
To end in sacrifice.
No longer finding finesse,
Instead only oppression and possession;
They become an obsession,
As it takes progression;
No longer a reflection,
Only discoloration of correction.
Loves inspection,
Further injection;
Quite an infection.
As hearts reminisced,
Of when they first kissed,
Of loves first tried and loves first died.
Not always implied,
Yet often verified.
Once allied,
Now over applied,
Hard to take in stride.
Removed on which relied,
No longer duplicated,
Only indicated;
Partially related,
Over instigated,
How over complicated!
Yet fate plays many cards
Some not always hard,
Itís just not getting tarred or scar'd.
We try to safeguard,
With a churchyard;
Yet we still live in a barnyard!
If only we saw to be adored,
Is a global accord?
Many scored,
Many just bored;
Which is why the logic is flawed.
Life needs to be loved,
Itís a gift from above;
Yet people shove,
As it shouldn't hurt being in love.
We need truelove,
Where all is beloved;
Often circumstance,
Will make the chance,
To yet enhance.
Often with no knowledge in advance,
Makes it feel like a lance;
Without the romance,
Itís the final dance?
At first glance,
Until someone new likes your stance,
Make another acquaintance;
Part of sentience,
Bit impatient.
Slightly intolerant,
Further to relent;
Seeking the same supplement,
Trying to circumvent,
Discontent of past arguments,
Just to augment;
Similar prejudgments.
A world going round as gravity falling,
As the worlds heart dies,
From many loves stalling.
So maybe something else is calling,
Rather then the media industry selling;
Many yelling,
Churches well-in!
Yet our children are rebelling,
As that's the love showing;
It all seems over propelling,
Rather then dispelling,
Positively really telling,
A way we can all be loving!
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