Poets oft talk about stars
Brilliant, yes,
but far, and out of reach
Poets oft talk about love
an ideal, yes
for poets, not men
I am a man, not a poet
Love is not ideal
Love is not true
Love is not as a star
It is difficult to live
with one's self
Harder still
To love another
Strife, conflict, pain
Wretchedness, fear, guilt
Frustration, emptiness
Also comfort
Love is like a flame
Not a star
It burns not everlasting
but only while tended
Flames can burn, destroy
but also, flames can warm
The flame banishes the darkness
the loneliness
The flames of love, like fire
a great creation of man
use it wisely
This is, of course, one of my love angst pieces. I use it for more of a message to myself when I become too idealistic. It's a reminder that even the best things in life come with pain and duty.