I Write Poetry

🎴BEING AND LOVE

Being loved confers
a Power that
surely we don’t

deserve…
we
might end up abusing it…

For ne’er again
be there a plan,
some
purely made Way
of pursuing it…

So ere we act, may
our lives be unhacked
and our souls be served
by no clumsy elan…

but rather a dower,
a sheltering tower…

thoroughly expounded…

some rounded
and squared

Preserve.