Love-Folly

The unspoken folly of adoration,
is that when it joys, you joy,
when it falls, you fall.

So if we build up a young love
we fly on borrowed wings,
tasting of escalation unowned:
making it more sweet.

Our dreams come from wells
we don't own, and taste of pure
water tinted with aspirations,
and the glory of purity.

And when lost it become a fierce,
curdling, and frenzied bitter
troupe of the unattainable
sparkling stars out of reach,
and stinking dank-water.

But we must not forgo adoration
or even our young love
for they are a joy of childhood
and a reminiscence kept.

Instead, feel the tingling behind
our bent shoulders, climb through
the breathless wind, drink of
future, and then,
surrounded by our hopes
seek out our love.