They Say

They say it's unwise to look

For that elusive thing called love -

They say it's fruitless, that

That which could be sweet

Will sour if plucked before its time.

But tell me, then

What I should do with the loneliness

That seems to breech the borders

Of its confinement, a little more

Each day. Each hour.

Where does this loneliness go?

What quells it - what satisfies it

When it can't yet be tempered

By love's nectar?

Is the loneliness I feel now

A karmic lesson for picking

Forbidden fruit in the past -

Destined to live a life of fruitlessness,

Paid with contrition for taking

What wasn't mean to be mine.

...Or perhaps, the greed of before

Is the reminder I needed

That more's not always more.

More attention is not

Less loneliness.

So, I'll wait and I'll trust

That the love I crave will be

Fruitful beyond expectations &

That I'll know it by the way it tastes

Of sweetest intentions.

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An original poem written when reflecting on the loneliness that can be felt when yearning for a type of love that people tell you to be patient for...but yet this yearning never seems to result in anything more other than painful memories about a love you wish you could forget.