Love - What is it?

Love, this cherished dream of joy and hope,
Created like an impossible spire, standing high,
Made from match wood, yet not yielding in a hurricane.
No wonder it seems so hard to make.

The 'perfect' match, I fruitlessly seek out,
Making many good friends, but no lifelong lovers,
No gradual bonding, nor instant love at first sight
Is it perhaps my goal is too high?

My life, unfolding in it's own sweet time,
Builds up my expectations, of what true love is,
My empty heart aches, longing to be filled,
With the 'all powerfull love', I would guess.

But is it, as it really seems, so unobtainable for us mere mortals?
Or in fact a paler shadow of the glossy ideal
Thrust upon us as the popular myth.
I wish, I wish truth could be known.

To know for sure, what makes love 'for real';
Not just an illusion, a Hollywood dream of romance.
To know what to expect, not to ignore the compromise,
An obtainable love, but a real one to live for.

Written by MMTM - Oct '93