Learning to love
is learning to cry
to feel all shrivelled up
And dry inside.
Learning to love
is learning to lose
all that is dear
And leave you confused.
Learning to love
is learning to fight
for all the things
You know to be right.
Learning to love
is learning to change
to step into new things
That are out of your range.
Learning to love
is learning to hope
and when doubts cloud your vision
Love helps you cope.
Learning to love
is learning to fail
to fall greatly
And make brittle bones frail.
But learning to love
is learning to cry
to feel all shrivelled up
And dry inside.
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Butterfly Ripples
PoetryButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
