Here is love. The quest and the disappointment, the constant struggle to find the elusive love and , sometimes finding it to merely see that it is out of bounds.
~SKR~

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Ode to Love...Don Quixote and Dulcinea

Sometimes you have to let it go...let it go, let it go, just go
I need to have but do without this ache that tells me so
Sweethearts beat a difference in the everyday of words
Then go their way and never mind the facts that are absurd
To love without the mind in tow and grapple sudden fears
When love is there and hopes are not when grinds give way to tears
Mundane originality...isn't what is here
Its love that hurts and tattooed pains...it tears throughout the years
Its hopes wrapped all in innocence...its trust that undertook
This voyage of hopeless memories secured with just one look
Overpowered imaginings...it was too good for truth
When hands scanned miles and smiles kissed days of younger dated youth
We are not babes we can't get back the trials of yesterday
We are adults...we are in tune...we always have to pay
For gestured sins and watchful eyes...for exasperated wiles
For days gone by when we were us and pride was worn with style
I wish with all my energies...my passions...and my heart
That you had come much earlier to start this too late start
My heart bleeds tears that never stop like winds that howl and blow
Sometimes love comes and smiles for naught and then we just let go
For Don Quixote and his dream, Dulcinea and her charm
The inconsistent battle cry that love can do us harm
For dreams that keep and feelings spent with tears that pay and pay
Poor Don and she...his dream of dreams...let go, let go...today.

© Susan K. Rowse


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