Love is never ambiguous
Nor can it remain a white canvas
It's absolute & resolute-
Yes; but also it's - irresolute.
It Greys with frustration…
It is charmed but never sated.
It can be a golden stage curtain.
Or a place we've desecrated.
Love is a world diverse
Choose your own analogy,
Love, likely it's given freely.
It will become - your universe.
Acceptance of its alleyways,
Tears dripping like choking vines
Shall with all our hearts inveighs
Become easier as it divines
Speeds our souls unto—
One another all recombines.
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