Love Is....

Love.
Can never be.
Permanent.

For a smile,
And a kiss,
One day.
Become.
A tear,
And a goodbye,
The next.

So.
A passionate embrace.
A few stolen kisses.
Means more.
To me.
Than a thousand nights.
Of 'Marital Bliss'.

For.
Love is not eternal.
It is here and now.
In spoken words.
Whispered lies.
'Forever' embraces.

It is never between two.
But between one and many.
Though different people.
At different times.
It is still love.
A feeling of want.
Of needing.
Of care.
Something everyone should share.
All the time!
Altogether.
Forever.
Now.

Not waiting around.
For one true love.
For they will never be found.


Published in Poetry Now Eastern Regional Anthology 1993, edited by Pat Wilson Poetry Now, Peterborough (1993)

The Lincoln Target of October 23rd 1993 wrote; 'Look out for Joanne Borrill's Love Is... '