Reflections of Love

Loves a complexity;

Yet so simple,

It’s quite a perplexity.

Attracting poles,

Of equal reflections.

Yet along come corrections,

And interjections,

Defending rejections;

So entwined in redemption's,

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,

It’s 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 it’s 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.

Love's inspection,

Further injection;

Quite an infection.

As hearts reminisced,

Of when they first kissed;

Of love's first tried,

And love's first died.

Not always implied;

Yet often verified.

Once allied,

Now over applied;

Hard to take in stride.

Removed on which we relied,

No longer duplicated,

Only indicated;

Partially related,

Over instigated,

How over complicated.

Yet fate plays many cards,

Some not always hard;

It’s just not getting tarred or scarred.

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,

It’s 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 that chance,

To yet enhance.

Often with no knowledge in advance,

Makes it feel like a lance;

Without the romance,

It’s the final dance,

At first glance.

Until someone new likes our 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 is falling;

The world's 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 compelling,

Rather than dispelling,

Positively really telling,

A way we can all be loving.