LOVE'S SWEET SWEAT



As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preservers Our Love


LOVE’S SWEET SWEAT

I run the hot sun,

The sweet sweat of Love beads my face.

I run to prove True Love exists,

An endless marathon.

Droplets hang haunting over my eyes,

Eager to blur True Love’s vision.

I shake, preserving clarity,

That Pure Love is the finish line.

I run at dawn,

At midday,

Evening.

And into the Celestial Night.

Night’s Love Sweat chills my Sensual Soul,

Yet I do not shudder.

I run the fright of night to prove my Love

Seeks the heart of no other.

Muscles tremble, cramps scream angry,

My ancient legs butter churned.

Still endeared, my heart pounds virile

Unblinded as Love’s Sweat rains.

How far the circuitous course of Love?

How many fallen along its endless path?

I run despite the odds,

The blazing heat.

I drink the Sweat of Love

My elixir.

Will you be at the Finish Line of True Love?

Will you Love me as I Love you when I cross?

UnLove’s sweat seeks to sour my thoughts,

To brine aching lungs with gasps of Doubt.

I cannot run the Race of Love unless I know

That Love’s Sweet Sweat is itself the race.

And as I taste a drop upon my tongue,

I know its sweetness.


Forever Yous In The Marathon of Love,
Cyrano!
Anderson-McKenzie




As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preservers Our Love

 
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