I wrote with this poem due to too much excess brain fuzz.
The Queen of Hearts says nothing for she
Had grown weary. Love changes everything, they say.
Love tore her person in two. "What hard love," she thought.
And they were right, but she was wrong. I know
That love is a spot healer--an antidote. It heals, makes new.
I love what love can do. It soars, breaks free.
I love what love can be.
The Queen of Hearts knew somehow that she
Had thought wrongly. Love changed her broken heart one day.
Love gave her strength to love on. That was love, she thought.
And she was right; yes, love is strong. I know
That love is a dream-weaver--a telescope. It cares, sees through.
I love what love can do. It gives, for free.
I love what love can be.
Musicophilia
Picture taken from the wall of The Mind Museum at BGC. The blog name "Poetophilia" was inspired by Oliver Sacks' book Musicophilia.
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