Friday, February 13, 2015

Masks of Love


Masks of Love

No one can unmask love,
The shape shifter, magician,
Master of delusions.
Tell me, When is ”I love you”
Not a mask?

Is love the face of the innocent child,
The crippled beggar,
The inept seducer, the bride
And anxious, eager groom?

Does love come slowly,
With small tentative steps?
Or like an attack force,
Blitzing, guns ablaze?
Or on the wings
Of a curious looking bird
Graceful and brightly colored
With sharp talons?

Is love everything you expected to feel
Or is it alternating pulses
Of chill and fever?
Is it a seed growing in you
Like a child?
Is it a fiery burst, petering out
Before it warms what’s around it?

No one can unmask love.
So play the part with intensity
And honesty.
Dance the dance.


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