Bleeding Love Poem by STANLEY PACION

Somebody wrote me,
It was in response to a YouTube video;
He commented upon an up-load,
One where I read some love lyrics of mine.

The writer said that a man my age should be content -
Say with a garden or maybe a grandchild or two;
He claimed that romance is
A wild and an often fruitless labor,
Hardly worth the effort,
No matter how old the pursuer,
Though at least youth has energy in its favor.

Then he laughingly added,
“No fool like the fool whose fate it is,
Stuck in the rut of heart-ache verse.”

Yeah! Sure, OK, but grant me my own life, and frankly
What do I care how purveyors of joylessness think?

My first thought here cries, get lost! Beat it!
Mister! Hey! Get a grip! Anyways,

I thank the commentator for his time,
Then I consider his remarks for a bit.
Still I must insist, no fear, no worry of rebuke,
That I am not troubled, and still do boldly proclaim,

I keep bleeding, bleeding in love.

I take delight,
Announce that more command of word,
More love’s vocabulary resides within my little finger,
Than occupies all the many heads,
Which march in the armies of negativity!

I keep bleeding, bleeding in love.

Once Son of Man lost life.
And when He rising from the dead,
He fulfilled the Holy Writ and dies no more.
And we ourselves after Resurrection,
Shall be ‘Ever with the Lord.’
Remember the promise, we who love,
Not necessarily wisely, but well,
We who give ourselves to the commandment,
Love, love, love.
Yes, that was the Word,
Today we shall be with Him in heaven.

I keeping bleeding, bleeding in love.