Love, as I experience it...

Love, as I experience it is so difficult,
it is definitely not for the weak hearts,
only for those who can believe blindly,
only for those who can trust the lover.

Its a treacherous, long winding path to love
never straight, never sericate, never easy,
so full of bumps, some of which you avoid,
some, which launch you into next recession,

it is not plain, smooth black all the way,
it is ridden with streaks of white and grey,
always a series of crests and big troughs,
each low point seeming to doom the relation,
the high points never lasting long enough.

Yet, foolish people are drawn towards it,
like the proverbial moths unto the fire.

You find the pace to be excruciatingly slow,
yet, it may last only if you take it steady,
take two tender steps uphill, and you slip four.
Sometimes you wish it had never started,
at times, you wish it would last forever.

There are times when you want an assurance
for all the faith you so blindly put in.
It would turn you into a staunch believer,
even if you had never previously been one.

Agents of hurt clutching and clawing at you,
all in the name of love, in its innocence.
You see your delicate heart being blown,
mercilessly into smithereens by cruel fate.

Love, as I experience it is so difficult,
it is definitely not for the weak hearts.
Love is from both sides, try as you might,
foolish you, can not clap with just one hand.