Analysis of The Complex Simplicity Of Love

Love, to be looking at photographs
of loneliness and laughing at its strength;
so weak now in better days.
What would I dare for in lover's eyes,
simple words of beauty and concern,
a taste of tears on tears in mournful wanting
of a life free from barbed wire thoughts.

Love, to capture smiles and give my own
in a passing gesture of heartache;
good, pulsing with passions I hold
and need to share in everyday movement
where I don't crouch forward and rush
through the day as if it was
the final hours my life expected.

Love, to have its simplicity in all
its complexity, to know that I have a place
inside another's wanting, gracious smiles,
to dance on air and not fall flat
into the realms of wasted dreams.
I can fire my spirit a thousand times
and blink away regret as it is caught.