Love and I

Love and I are no strangers 
My life bears her fingerprints
left on fleeting visits
Chance encounters
enriching my life
 never blossoming
into a lasting relationship

Love and I are no strangers
but she never became a friend
I knew she could spread joy
as easily as sorrow
but always in extremes
She was not one for balance
it would seem

Love and I are no strangers
but she always left me in the dark
never explaining why 
she sometimes gave generously
then abruptly took it all away
as though she felt 
we ought to know
the sweetness of pleasure
the bitterness of pain

Love and I are no strangers
So if we met on the street
we'd have a chat over coffee
It would begin cordially
but probably end in acrimony
I would ask why she never stayed
her only answer would be
an enigmatic smile
and her silence would tell me
Love and I are strangers, after all

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