Love Is Only Love When Love Can Grow Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

When young I fell in love four times a day.
I was more careless then and desperate
With little thought or heed of come what may
When braving reticence to date and mate.

Often I saw a flash of eye that shone
When cheeks' or necks' emblazoned blushes dimmed
And schemed of pillow buddies deftly won
And lobes and napes with kisses over-brimmed;

But as supposed eternal summers fade
I chide myself that truth and wisdom show
Deep seekers such as you are born not made
And love is only love when love can grow.

And so each quarter day I stop to see
Your kindness, laughs and hugs give life to me.