Love's Fugitive

by lawrence   Mar 8, 2004


Fugitive of Love
Or Love's Fugitive
A paradox like the humming in our ears

Leaving it to chance, most will
When compelled to seek, most fail

An entity most divine
For a gift is its design

Seek not we must
Expect, hunt nor lust

External means most futile
For within she lies docile

The seducing stench of immorality
The overwhelming thirst for affection
The enveloping desire for completeness
The emptiness of actions

The convenience of ignorance

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  • 20 years ago

    by Michelle

    Hey Lawrence!!! Sorry it took me so long to get back here..didn't realize you would repost right away, but I should have been checking, shame on me!!! Well between the line, leaving it to chance, most will and the ENTIRE last five lines, I love this poem!!! I read it before and went to comment and got the message, this poem does not exist! Isaid...what do you mean it does not exist??? I READ IT..so it MUST exist right???? Then I figured it out..takes me a minute sometimes..but..it did inspire that line I replaced in my poem..is something not there if it's simply not in our sight? or something like that...so ...good timing on that!!! Love this Lawrence, keep up the good writing and I see you have another one so off to read! Take CAre! Michelle :)

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