she called me out of the blue
and shared something from her heart
(my step-daughter)
it meant so much more
because she was the one
who picked up the phone
it never works to try to force love
and you can't gain it by manipulation
love is given freely, or not at all
love is like the wind, it blows where it will
love is a fire, burning bright
but try to contain it and the flame goes out
and to love back means giving up control
it's a hard lesson to learn, letting go
letting someone else respond
and if they won't
if they give back silence
or nothing more than stilted words
the only thing left is to feel the pain
of loss and go on
I only come to love with the wild creature
I never learn in love with the automaton


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Comments
Good balance.
Control and love are two words that are mutually exclusive.
nice, very nice!
I think this just might be my favourite of yours so far, Patrick.