My Thoughts on Love

I was asked what my thoughts were on love.
What thoughts on this "gift" from Heaven above?

Helen of Troy and
Heloise of Abelard are first in my thought

What more evidence need you to recognize the
pain, angst, anguish, and death this gift has wrought.

Oh, how the heart dances like a man on the end of a rope.
How it makes the heart writhe in pain.

Why Abel was killed by Cain?
It was the want of love that caused him such pain.

The lies told, tears from another's eyes
The depths of anguish and pain wrought by love is Hel itself.

Not the firey lakes and maggoty hell of fire
But the barren, dark, frozen Hel which the Vikings feared.

Abelard wrote to Heloise, and she to him, of their heart's desire.
An ancient Icelandic fisher who, once his love had come to be,
Himself was swallowed by the swollen, frozen sea.
My thoughts, you ask, on love are that, in love fulfilled our joy is killed.

Such is the "gift" of love.




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