Two Poems. About Love

To, The Missing Puzzle Piece, From, The Butterfly: Part One


Love storms the castle gates of common sense,
it scales the highest walls.
If completely crucial,
love will attempt to move mountains.

Love’s a feeling you can't explain,
an ache in your stomach,
a pounding in your chest.
Love’s the feeling of being sought.

Love is strange and magnificent,
innocent, yet very rude.
It shares, will always care.
Love can make you jump, shout and fly.

Love’s a smile that will never leave you.
A connection, a rush,
A need, a want, a have.
Love means nothing else matters, ever.

Love can not be discontinued,
it can be fought against,
it can not be beaten.
Love will always overcome all.

Love will never fail to surprise you.



To, The Missing Puzzle Piece, From, The Butterfly: Part Two

The promise of love, ripped apart at the seams.
Broken and torn, lost.

I need a match,
The walk home was long.
It was late.
I’m going to start
a fire or fall
in love tonight.
Either will hurt
just as much as the other.

Hello, ring, ring,
love was on the line, ring,
you wasted too much time. Ring.
It hung up…
Instead reality took the call.

Me? Oh yes, me?
I’m in the business of misery.
Net profits are higher than last years,
Turnover is excellent.