The secret to Love is

Not really secret it is after all what

Everyone is talking about on

T.V. and on the News and in your

Water cooler conversations

Whether base or romantic or fleeting or Eternal it is a

Constant strive for us mortals

Love tones us out, levels us, keeps it real simultaneously it

Fires our senses, challenges our ability it

Explodes through us

Love is a catalyst for every bridge built

For if not for the need to get over there and

Take those resources and

Impress those ladies

Why build it in the first place?

Love is an impetus it

Triggers us like a thousand machine guns

We dance on the end of loves strings

The careful manipulations of some cosmic puppeteer

Pounding our hearts and sweating us profusely as we wish on

Dreams and desires

Love is a family

Torn down and rebuilt

We go back because it is our home plate

Regardless of the wounds received there the love is just what we need

Love is a playground drama

The blood spilling from that bullies nose because only love could make tiny

Grow a pair

Love is the sore spot at the nexus of the sternum

Rub it and it doesn’t go away but for a moment

Where did the love go from whence did it came a

Sonnet of discovery as one travels through this spatial mystery

Love beckons and cajoles

Mocks and comforts

Tastes and observes

Rips and heals

Love is the arbiter of some magical knowledge

Reaped in the Garden

It sits on the lips like spun sugar

It was there before the serpent

It will be there after the dust settles

Love is the great divide the reality show the best thing since

Anything

The lonely have love

Broken in pieces they squat on the floor and try to reconstruct it

The wildly popular have love

Dipped out in ladle-fulls and often misused or

Misunderstood

Old folks

Children

You and me and the

Mighty oak tree

Love is our bond our tapestry our freedom

Love is the catapult past our xenophobia and hate

Love is the catalyst of change the

Iron rod of will

Love is the shelter that ultimately is our shroud

Our remembrance it is the guiding light of the

Dying and the beckoning whisper of the seeker

Love is our testament our faith our stronghold

As much as the grave is the greatest leveler of all

So is love

For as surely as we must be born only to struggle and ultimately die

We also must love

Somewhere in every human being

Resides this capacity in some fashion

Buried beneath cynicism or

Worn on the sleeve of the artist or

Captured like an intake of sharp breath or

Subtle as a single tear shed at the sight of some unbelievable moment in time

Love is our gift

Every soul

Possessed in every heart

Remind yourself that you are so lucky

So lucky in love

©2011 Harry Fagel all rights reserved