an affLictiOn oF LovE
Friday, September 8th, 2006
When love is an affliction, It’s like the wave and the rock,
There’s not much one can do.
Despite the way we’ve been treated,
We’re still in love with the one we love.
Against which we must break:
Again, again the crushing jolt,
The pain we can’t forsake;
Again, again the long retreat
To safety, far from shore,
And then again, we don’t know why,
The long trip back for more.
Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
Still a lot of us cannot let it go.
Perhaps it is the need to try
For those who must depend
On who we are and what we do,
For whom this should not end.
What evil makes those heart breaking hurts?
What defect of the heart?
What sense there is no greater whole
Of which they are a part?
What lonely choice that only we
Be served by what we chose?
What hard, fear hard of losing,
Is it a gift to lose?
A dream of waiting love in some times,
Has made them turn again.
But they care only for themselves,
And we must love in vain.
