Fragile Strength
By La Belle Rouge

love is a delicate thing, or so, it seems
it sickens so quickly, and dies too slowly
sad swansongs play on hearts out of tune
blinded minds reel like drunkards in blizzards
no treatment found for such cavernous wounds
no elixer to restore the energy of life
or reinstate the rhythm of a dying heart
so fragile the simple framework of love
built on the foundation of understanding
the tenuous thread tightly binding two souls
a cord of trust and unraveled emotions
so easy to embrace the beauty of love
too difficult to let go, almost impossible
to find and pick up all the shards of a life
torn apart by the divorce of love’s joy

promise me only your unfeigned love
I ask for nothing more, yet not less
if you should find in time, I no longer live
in the citadel of your soul, I ask no more
than to share your truth through life
and if we could but make a lover’s pact
to continue to nourish love in verity
then fragility will become the strength
of a love that shall not fail us here
nor in eternity, whatever mystic form 
our love may morph into over the years
it shall be ours to cherish beyond time
for love is so fearfully fragile, and yet
when shared without fear or shame,
the strongest force we will ever know
 
if we are lovers, or we are friends
the bond we share never ends

2/29/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”