All For Love

 

Love is not your hope,

Love, is not the dope that brings tranquil waters,

Love, is not kicking fuck,

Out of the partner seeking to destroy your heart,

Love, is not to celebrate retaliatory abuse,

When protecting your own children,

     Love,

We only know it to be false,

Love never, makes a man

Humble at the caress and the touch,

Love, is always transparent

In the eye of the beholden,

Love, is not the wish to grow older

Together,

 

     Love,

Be the buying of trinkets

To dress a poorly clad dame,

     Love,

Be the nodding and yessing

In agreements of shame,

     Love,

Be the unbinding lovers

Never touching or healing,

Love, be shopping,

Love, be money,

Love, be the taking of

A father’s first born son;

A gentle reminder of sophisticate

     she plays,

     Love be the battling through courts,

Where judges and lawyers -

Thrive for monetary gain,

Love be the police called

To extricate the father,

Courting anger and rage,

     Love is the abuse of children

Unknowing to parents apart,

Love is the battlefield

We keep,

     With moats of dishonour,

Lying in state,

 

Love, is dead to the sand,

Love, is dead and written in blood,

Love, be the strangling of doves

To prove only points,

     Love, be the game

That you play;

While the man, goes quietly insane.

 

Michael J Waite 25th November 2014.