By Nathan Guerette
Edward Little High Schoool
Love was elusive in my jaded chase;
I sought my future in the times of worst,
I sought happiness in a charming face.
Empty glasses, guzzled, to quench the thirst;
Drank to honeyed locks of lustrous gold,
To gleaming white pearls cloaked by ruby veils,
To eventide dances, love not untold.
To these half-baked dreams a lesson entails:
Love is in the tender kiss of the wind
Love is the warm embrace of midday sun
Love is the newborn’s eyes, conscience unsinned
Love is the bond between mother and son
Love is the known, unknown, the never-known
Look deep in your heart; you are not alone.
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