The Spirit of Love

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    This poem was pened while I was in graduate school in 1967. Then later on, in 2006, I modified it somewhat, to its present form. The idea was to differentiate between friendship and true love, which I surmise is little understood in reality by most of the population. TS Bola

    The Spirit of Love

    The Spirit of Love
    Acquaintance is but the passing fancy
    And the breaking of, no harm I can see.

    But friendship of gold
    Bears more wealth untold,
    Than the world it seems
    Could give you in dreams.

    Nonetheless, friends can also pass away.
    What was in the past may not be today.

    But yet it would seem
    One may have his dream,
    Have love at his door
    Like none seen before.

    Love at best brings joy and sorrow the twain.
    But when not returned, will bring only pain.

    Yet through narrow ways,
    Love is more like a maze.
    Searching, are you lost?
    Is love worth the cost?

    He who would seek it, may search all in vain.
    He who would find it, from self must refrain.

    Written by TS Bola 22 Jul 1967 & 11 Jan 2006

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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