Never Ever Regret Love

when love comes when its arrows penetrate you
do not refuse it
if love is a pool, plunge and get your lovely bath
and if it is grass, roll over it like a shaggy dog
love its form whatever it is

it does not come often
really, true love does not just come ordinarily

like everyday, sometimes it comes and you are not there to really entertain it
and it goes away
and you cannot find it anymore, the rest that comes to appease you are
counterfeits

i am telling you because it happened to me just once
it did not touch it
it was so fragile that if i touch it
it may turn to dust and with my breath it is blown away like a dream

look at me, i am old and dying and try looking carefully, very carefully
do not be mislead by my body
look into my eyes

do you think that i am alive?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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