- Non-Erotic Poetry
- From the Mountain
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love is like a butterfly
it is beautiful to imagine and see
but elusive and hard to possess
and it flies away too soon
we seek and search and look
and claw at the first ones
hoping they are our love
but they are like us
grasping and eager for love
and reflection of their care
they wrap around us in need
and we fall with them
but they are incomplete
and soon we see their voids
as they recognize ours
and we part cursing our deceptions
we quarrel within ourselves
and lament the unfairness of it all
that we should lack
our fabled true love
or if we have been blessed by it
we can't abide its soft bounds
and push and pull at the limits
believing we are unworthy of it
we are never content
selfish and in ourselves
always wanting more
when we have so much
why do we choose to diminish the gifts we have
is it our will that overlooks them
or are we controlled and bound by other powers
how can others love us when we don't love ourselves
ah that is the answer I fear
to have true love
we must have self love
and seek those that love themselves as well
