One day my precious daughter will ask
‘Mum what is love?’ and I will say,
Love is everything and love is nothing.
Love is a trust that reaches beyond our
Realm, far into another universe. Love
is a respect that runs so deep constantly
Changing, growing and evolving. Love
is loyalty when the money is gone and
The nights are cold. Love is energy.
But most of all love is your reflection,
In the eyes of your partner. Love is equal
The scales never tipping, love is complete
Without regrets. Love makes you strong
Not weak. Love is pure not tainted.
I cannot comprehend your twisted minds,
or understand even the dustiest corners of your soul.
As the evolutionary clock moves through time
and a life without you takes its toll.
We hold onto a fragmented piece of a life once had.
Is it morbid fascination? Or a disturbed and twisted mind?
That draws me into a fantasy that is nothing but sad.
Surely it can not be, that we are two of a kind.
Broken and disturbed you have your love
The angel of your soul that protects the heart.
Only a truly twisted mind would declare enough
On a love that was so perfect from the start.
So I bow my head in acceptance of your love
At peace that I once touched your soul
I throw down the soft silk white glove
And surrender, you love her more, I know.