Love

Love

People talk about love,
About how they love and
Whom they love and
How love is a give and take.

But this give and this take
Has nothing to do with my love.
The teacher's love for his student
Is like a whisper in the wind,
Like a peacock ready to dance,
Like heat in cold winter nights.

When he wants to give
You just take.
And that which he takes
You don’t need.

But here you might add
Love needs balance.
What balance I ask
Can there be
If you got nothing to give
But your prison
And he's got to give
You the key to get out.

So that love, that one love
Makes my old cells move
Like a snow flake dance
Forever and ever.

So you tell me
Where this love ends
As this mind of mine
Never found out.

July 4, for Gurumayi

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Uwe Vamdev Franz

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en/gedichte/love.txt · Zuletzt geändert: 2012/07/04 11:06 von uwe