Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The injustice of love

There is no justice in love
Only the injustice of passion
Pushing people to extremes
Of kindness or meanness
Depending on the source
From which it is drawn
Like honey bears the spate
Of the flowers
The bee’s made love to
In gathering its nectar
Bad love always tastes of pain
Like the pain of a bad upbringing
A brutal mother
Taking revenge on her children
For the husband who left her,
Living in a remote place
After being wed to nobility
The father was too noble
To embrace,
Mean love breeding mean love
Leaving only its bad taste behind
And the ache for purity
No longer possible
Except in the rare instance
When God takes mercy
And sends a Savior.

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