-- Moods of Love --

John Herlihy

Her love was mellow,

As if it were still love.

Her love was hard,

As if no longer love.

Her love was fierce,

As if it would live forever.

Her love was mild,

As if it would survive never.

Her love was loud,

As if it couldn’t be heard.

Her love was quiet,

As if it didn’t need to be heard.

Her love was open,

As if so much to say.

Her love was closed,

As if living on what was unsaid.

Her love was false,

As if it could be true .

Her love was true ,

As if it could never be false.

Her love was imperfect,

As if this is what it is not.

Her love was perfect,

As if this is what it is.

Her love was fresh,

As if at the dawn of the day.

Her love was stale,

As if at the dusk of day.

No now in her love,

As if it were never there.

Only now in her love,

As if it were always there.

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(c) John Herlihy 19 October 2019