I want to talk about love 

How it sinks in,

Makes a path where it pleases 

Destroying to create.
How in its aftermath 

it bleeds you dry

or gives you life 

I want to talk about blessings 

How it gives us children,

Lovers, family, joy, 

Bliss, satisfaction & content 

Talk decades 

Of happy endings, 

Fairy Tales 

It’s deep warmth flooding the body with hope

Talk sharp words 

& how it tore skin

Talk firm hands 

& how they bruised 

Talk of the conditions 

 How we rarely can love without 

That they must be blonde, 

Tall, pretty 

Talk about the give 

How once we love 

They are no longer what they used to be

Our blood drips from there hands 

Our tears 

Talk love & hate they are the same 

How closed doors hide secrets 

 & polite closed lip smiles hold the key

How children caught in the middle hold their tongues for fear of making it worse 

How they flinch at sudden movement, loud noises 

How many lay awake listening to their parents scream, wishing for an end? 

How many plead for help only to end up in a worse situation? 

I want to talk about the quite love

The one not spoken but shown 

The unconditional love of a mother 

Warm, quite, soft, unspoken 

The unacknowledged appreciation  

I wish to talk about love 

How it hurts & heels 

How it holds a fine balance between love and hate 

I wish to talk love & it’s ever changing ways