Poet's Journal: Part 5

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Note: This poem can be read as a whole or seen as different poems linked to one another in some context

To write, to read, to drink, to breathe
all require a small amount of effort
But to love and be loved
takes even less

Love being a fickle emotion 
is everchanging and at times forever constant
You may love someone and be loved
You may hate someone and be hated
You might even love someone and never feel it reciprocated ( or vice versa )

Do you see a glass as half full or half empty ?
Do you realise there is water in the well when it is there ?
My glass is currently half empty
and I, the well, was not noticed until I was no longer there

My thoughts, my ever so troubling thoughts....
My emtions, controlled or wild ?
My presence, noticed or not ?
Myself, taken for granted ?

She, the only one I think about....
Her, the reason for love...
Even when she's not there, she is....
Romeo waiting for Juliet
I, does she feel what I feel ?

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