On Love

On Love

 

Some middle-aged reflections on a topic that affect us all, meandering around some thoughts and memories. Hope you enjoy.

 

Can you only love a person? Can you only love one?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

 

Can you always be wrong, when it feels right? 

Does it keep you warm at night?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

 

When it strikes for the first time,

And then when it leaves,

Do the memories stay, or fleet?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

 

Why do some seem to find it readily?

Whilst others seek and dream, but only strive, hope and scream,

I don’t know. I don’t know.

 

Why do whole industries propose to tell you what and how to feel?

Commodifying romance, like a Trumpian deal,

I don’t know. I don’t know.

 

Is it the only thing that scars, and wounds, and heals,

Where first it’s strikes, then it clings, then it feels,

I still don’t know. I still don’t know.