Saturday, 5 February 2011

Teach Me Again How To Love

Teach me again how to love, dear son
Teach me again how to love without resistance
Show me how they do it son
How you actually do it, my son

Son, I once loved
Without restraint
Bought roses and cards
Called nth times a day and night
Skipped a heartbeat when my love
inched close to me

I once loved, dear son,
Penned the loveliest poems a man could write
Spruced with imagery
Personified by Cupid
Styled in the most astute devices that
poetry had not invented

But all that is gone, son.
So teach me how to love again, my son
To love and never imagine hurt past gone
To love as if love is a river flowing to eternity

Teach me again how to love, my son
Show me the excitement I once had of love
Spurting in my heart
Teach me again how to love.

C) Lorot Salem 2011


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this is really moving, Salem. Those who have been hurt become wary of love. I love the message of this poem: teach me to love again. Wonderful.

echoesofthehills said...

Thank you Koko. The beautiful thing about love is that though it can be abused by those who feign it, it is so wholesome, fulfilling and eternal that one that is wasted is always replaced sometimes in ways we can't explain. Love makes us.

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