Would you love again
Knowing what you know now?
That love will run away
Bored with the sameness
And comfort of a thousand nights
Run to hide its beautiful face
In the trees and sidewalks
And the lost light of stars
Because the joy is too strong
Or too weak or made thin
With time and the mundane
Love lives on the drug of newness
Always seeking, always singing
Always wanting the heady rush
It is not until
Love mellows and grows full
Of ashes
That it gains a new name
Which cannot be spoken
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Michael Mayhew
March 15, 2015
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Love this one
Especially
"Run to hide its beautiful face
In the trees and sidewalks
And the lost light of stars"