Love is not delicate
Love is not delicate but fierce,
No fair flower, fragile and fleeting,
Flourishing rapturously for a time
Before fading in the face of frigid fall winds.
Love is fierce and unflinching,
Unflagging patient, insistently persistent,
Bravely navigating the caprices of this life,
Fading and re-blooming, faltering and rising again.
Love is no rare treasure,
No prize of fickle fortune
Celebrated in song and fable
Sought by many, but found only by a fortunate few.
Love is as common as it dares to be,
Its path not hard to find, but daunting to undertake,
Long and sometimes laborious, uncertain but certainly formidable,
Reaping its rewards, both at its end and all along the way.
3 thoughts on “Love is not delicate”
So true Tim.
The more love that you give, the more love you get. Love is not constant, but it is enduring.
What a marvelous thought. I tend to think of love as tender and vulnerable. Perhaps in the first few moments of its conception. But those moments don’t foretell it’s future do they. Great poem. Fun to read out loud.
Valentine’s day is a great day. We are reminded to move — move out of our routine and remember our loved ones. And for many of us, our loved one.