Pondering Love

What is love?

To hold someone forever, or to learn to let them go?
To share our hearts with others, or to hide them all alone?

Is it infatuation; an extremity of like?
Is it rare and genuine, hidden by a black disguise?

Can you feel it for many, or is love limited to one?
Is it between just men and women, or meant for everyone?

To love unconditionally, is difficult to do.
To love someone through dire straits, and base relationship on truth.

How can you love people in the 'right' and 'proper' way?
And how do you let them know? What's appropriate to say?

No one wants to be pushy, yet we all want to be heard.
We don't want to lose friendships, or end up being hurt.

Love is so condescending, it gives and then soon it takes.
It patronizingly tempts, and slowly steals our hearts away.

Can love become unhealthy, when you try to make it true?
So at end your efforts result in once more hurting you?

Is love way too serious, moulded to something it's not?
We're blind from misconceptions, and so love seems corrupt.

Is there an answer to this puzzle, or is love Pandora's Box? 
A treasure to admire, and to never be unlocked. 

Perhaps the secret to love, is to stop disrupting fate,
To truly be yourself, and see if things correlate.

Perhaps the secret to all love, is to simply learn to wait
Because once it's discovered, we don't need to actuate.

A Dusty Poem

Whilst flipping though the dusty pages of a notebook, I found this poem scribbled down. Thought I might share, since I haven't posted in a while. 

If I had to walk a million miles, 

In someone else's shoes. 

The issue wouldn't be the walking,

But just whose shoes to choose.  

If I had to walk a million miles, 

For someone else's sin, 

I'd stand up straight and suck up my pride,

And boldly lift my chin…

Because that's what Jesus did. 

For someone else's sin,

In someone else's shoes,

He was slaughtered on the cross, 

He died for me and you.

When Winter Waltzes In…A Horrible Attempt at Free Verse

When winter waltzes in

It's never subtle

However hard it tries to be. 

Sneakily swiping degrees 

And minutes of daylight 

From our warm lovely summers.
Slowly choking life
And colour
Away from the leaves 
That so graciously
Dress our maples. 
Suffocating them 
So viciously 
That they turn red 
From lack of oxygen…
Or so it seems. 
When winter waltzes in
Crickets go to sleep
And flower petals fall
Pink
Yellow
Blue
Against the earth. 
The geese leave for the tropics 
Honking
As they pass in the grey sky above us. 
The nipping winter wind 
Whistles by
Slow and steady
And then stronger
Chilling our bones 
Like ice.
By November 
Summer is forgotten 
Winter is all we can think of.
Ice
Cold
Wind. 
Hot cocoa becomes our only comfort. 
The smooth
Warm 
Silky taste 
Of chocolate. 
The fire in the hearth 
Glows orange 
Red
And yellow.
The crackling embers 
Sparkling 
Flickering
Against the coal.
Thick grey wool socks
Burgundy track pants 
Green fleece sweatshirts 
The fresh smell of pine 
Balsam
And the luminescent light 
From candles in the room. 
When winter waltzes in
These things keep us cozy. 
Protecting us from the cold
That has taken over outside. 
When we look out 
Our windows
That shield us from the air 
We struggle
To see 
A single speck of life. 
Winter has robbed 
Our world of its beauty
The only thing remaining
The baby pink petals 
Of a single
Closing
Primrose
And soon 
Not even this will remain. 
When Winter Waltzes in
And the trees are naked
Marshmallow fluff clouds 
Cover our dark sky
As the wind starts to howl
Against the crimson brick 
That is holding up our houses. 
Tea brewing 
Branches shaking
Dark settling
Street lights glowing.
Flakes start to fall
Gracefully landing 
And shimmering
Sparkling.
When winter waltzes in.