Job warned you
love
will break
your heart
everything
told me
this thing
called love
eventually would
bring us
consequentially down
love would
tear things
fearfully
successively apart
don't think
any of our
sweet kisses
were anything
but ruthless poison
don't imagine
some senseless
voiceless noise
some relentless
tragic poise
after each
loving embrace
every bit
of truthful
youthful love
is anything
but treason
what reason
could love
ultimately have
heartlessly
being needy
inflicting
scarring pain
sutured and attached
to insistent pride
such bloody sorrow
but jealousy
relevantly seems
to me
my love
this deep
love story
could
it should not
ever end
more certainly
not in tragedy
never purposefully
in some
zealous disaster
it seems
to me
this thing
my love
that makes us
hold our heads
while we cry
this thing
called love
latching on
to each of us
watching us
catching us
as we live and die
love is more
than just some
infinite master
what we
truly want
from urgent love
is emotional
just so
important
or is it
not
maybe
if we
listen
to that
inner voice
our very soul
speak about being
we would hear
some real truth
glean wisdom
those feelings
that ring clear
help us
understand
blessed love
is whole
not just
a piece
of life
we live
so truly
fierce love
in its whole
is that
super power
heedfully
rebirthing
needful souls
what if
cosmically
reinventing
all this
pain and glory
would right
imperfect
love stories
those black holes
sucking up
all that
mucked up love
devouring
all our caring
subsequential kisses
love's physical
insatiable appetite
consequential existence
stirred with hopeful
recipes of divinity
forging quintessential love
so elementally regal
such loving insistence
miraculously curing
broken hearts
urging perfect love
with all of perfect love's
universal silence
finally waking
our third eye art
truly emergent
finally hearing
all of silent love's
unspoken parts

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