
The Love Trap
by L. Stewart Marsden
If love’s a pit in which you fall
is it possible at all to scrape and claw
your way back to the top?
Or is it more a dark abyss
which, entered into quite amiss,
was thought to be a safe and shallow drop?
Those first few pangs of laboring love
are portents to the struggles of
idyllic joy ‘gainst stark reality.
For no mere mortal here
can stave off doubt or hide from fear —
to think love would exude such falsity.
There is yet no like emotion
whose depths compare to vast, deep oceans
that swell and crash upon the heart’s lone shore
And, pounding quite relentlessly
erodes the will to be left free
like castles in the sand and nothing more.
So as I stop and consider this
and how the innocent first kiss
can lead to such an endless spiraling down
I sound with all my will and might
my troth to fight such future plights
that would force me to my knees upon the ground.
So please, if you’ve an ear to hear
take note when love approaches near
lift up your guard — be wary to the end,
And do not trip or slip or fall
if you can, avoid at all expense and say,
“Can’t you and I stay just friends?”
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