Love is out there I know
the scribbled Graffiti tells me so.
R writes, R hearts J, forever
R asks will we be parted? J answers. Never
Some are artists, neat and tidy,
some written on Monday are crossed out on Friday.
Some psychedelic in spiralled hues
have taken Eros as their muse.
Lovers would give a lock of hair, a token,
a remembrance of a moment stolen,
a promise never to be broken,
secreted pledges of devotion.
Love, shout out loud, a declaration
embrace freedom, emancipation.
No ties to love, a spirit free
that allows you; me; and sometimes we.
Why lock love to bridge and rail
love for eternity cast in goal.
With etched dates, initials riveted verse,
what pledge could possibly be worse?
Keys to locks dumped at sea,
love barred, is that our destiny.
What if lovers are locked in misery
and that vital key, buried at sea?
Cold metal hanging from a rail
chained love is always doomed to fail.
Love’s not static, it has lows and highs.
In a moment, can catch you by surprise.
Chained love is not for me
love isn’t bondage. It’s free
to seize at every opportunity
unchain it now for posterity.
©Margaret Rowland2013 firstname.lastname@example.org