An Old Man Muses on Love

I have no advice about love.
I am not sure I have done it well.

But I know a few things,
not advice really, just experience.

Love is an adventure.
It takes us places we would never go without it.
It has a courage of it’s own
that makes defies the laws of rationality,

and is made of equal parts blindness and vision,
passion, fear, exhilaration, safety and God.
We don’t control it.
It controls us, unless of course,

we hold it at bay, beat it like a slave
or starve it in a closet or cage,

And love dies.
Yes it does.
Don’t let the fairy tales fool you.

For all it’s power,
it is mortal as you and I.

About this poem

This started out as one thing, and turned into something entirely different. Kinda like what love does sometimes.

Tom