Poetry: The Pain of Love Only Ever Leads to a Fuller Love

Pain remains folded away, within a pain not yet loved.
Love holds its result of loving deeply, all without pain.
Pain to remain must contain love, yet not without pain.
Love to be real love, must allow pain to all, all remain.

Love becomes pain, when not yet given all, all away.
Pain becomes love, when received & not all rejected.
Allow love to cycle past all pain retraining pain, again.
Not letting pain to get back on its bike of love, in vain.

Create cycles of love to remain, all within your last pain.
Allow pained love to recycle itself, all into a fuller love.
Created love is a cycle, only to recycle its own fullness.
Fullness must contain pain & love, to be all fully, all alive.

A pain of not knowing how to love, lived in me as my pain.
Holding onto an idea of love, masquerading as my mind.
To know love is to not know love, unknowingly not at all.
Love requires our mind to feel pain, not in missing love.

I followed all my pain to find an almost unbelievable love.
I found my pain remaining in me, ever so painfully alive.
I approached love through pain, remaining unrestrained.
Love opened its door a little bit more, there I was inside.