Unlock Love
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 rowlandchapman@hotmail.co.uk
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