Love never dies,
but
can it be wasted, and will it erode with too much frustration
or constant neglect ?
Love sympathizes,
but
could it diminish with too much lonely abandonment and
become almost inept ?
Love judges never,
but
would that be only if conscientiously nourished, and if
intentionally fed ?
Love lives forever,
but
what can we think, if, crumbling, it's debris crushes, and marks
hearts already near dead ?
Love feels alive,
but
will the start of a cold barren anarchy inhibit strong growth
so shoots are stunted ?
Love always thrives
but
if duty treads on the heels of true devotion, can hurt hide
for long behind fronts ?
Love is forgiveness,
but
if fed without care will it believe, and given another chance
can love be revived ?
Love is beginning,
but
with the right will it can be successful then despite doubts
it will progress and survive.
Let us all get wasted in the the love then if it can be wasted......Wonderful poem...from the opening to the concluding line...Beautiful.