LOVELOST

Copyright 1982, 2002 Bob Székely.  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Life is not for me, it seems …

The tempestuous turns of foul destiny

Have pained me in everything I’ve sought.

The kindness that was mine,

freely given –

Sent back with annoyed frigidity

- Left with unresolved turgidity.

- Is not the love of heart prerequisite

to physical love? It seems not.

The means of acquisition have mutated to

Overwhelm the ends …

- As the goal of conquest

is resolute,

And two stand alone;

Together, on a wind-swept mountaintop.

To give love –

And make love

No longer connect.

The latter nothing but a

Shy euphemism

For copulation uncaring …

It needs no love,

Deos not have to be love,

And is often without love.

So – Where, I ask, has love gone?

- For I think

I should like to join it.