Love is a thousand tangled stars,
a skein of troubled dreams and
unwise expectations, snarled beyond
separating
Man nor woman can knit from this
skein, for their needles are but a sigh
given on a wind that plays through
the hair on an April day
A thousand fingers pulling order from
the mess of broken hearts and promises
will not find one beginning or ending,
just a dream-catcher of hope
When the last man has breathed his
his last breath and awaits his dying
he will be no wiser in the ways of love
than when he was a puling bit of flesh
Author notes
'O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away'...Yeats
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- Quote Me Love.... by Cannonsfire.
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Comments
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A most beautiful entry thank you
Love, C
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