Love is a lean-on-me learning
A living Giving grace
A rudiment where common cares
And heart-strings interlace
Love is a bloom Becoming
As blushing rose of youth
Begins to bear the weathered hand
That prunes with timeless truth
Love is a second-mile runner
It does not rule with fear
Or love becomes a landmine
And each step a trembling tear
Love is a heart that listens
Its touch-by-touch immersed
Not in the ploys of me-me-me
But choice of ‘others first’
Love is a letting-go lesson
That fills fingers uncurled
Not with the weight of ownership
But with love's whole new world
© Janet Martin
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