When Life is Living
in the Fold
1. The greatest gift in the world of love is the
love of someone, not from someone.
be blown away permanently by a partner—ever and always—is psychic perpetual motion.
love fully is to be snapped to attention.
anger comes, as it will, it cannot, does not, have the heart to last
5. We ask men to find their feminine side, but
women were, at least in apparel, over and out fast with their masculine side.
6. Being in love is to know you’ll never be
alone, knowing how not to be alone.
7. Yet love makes solitude rich.
that executive with
eyes that shine,
forgiveness in hand,
. . . so quickly hurt?
but for her electrified hurl,
sure reach for what makes do,
. . . harshness that scuttles.
but for making good’s case,
none but compassion’s voice,
up those drawn to her,
and . . .
a will for worry.
but as mirror to his faults,
link—a bond, even—to those he cherishes,
. . . impatience that snuffs.
More, still, does he know her—
believer in him and the
soul to him in love
and her the creator,
hearth and home.
Look at him see her
right now, taking a nap, tiny triangle
of her face covered by
the crumpled sheet, eyes, nose, lips,
serene, peeking pretty.
If he ever walked out the door, he
wouldn’t make it past
the first step.
© 2012 Allan Cox, Allan Cox & Associates Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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