First strides in love
so often follow no path
at all, being inclined
to curve, to ascend,
even to descend
as the will of passion
pursues so fervently
the greatest pleasure.
How odd it must seem
as time invariably passes
that the desire to please
becomes subsumed
beneath the need to placate,
for passion’s mightiest
howls fall benign beside
the need for peace.
George Ellington 
Beautifully documented, George.
Two wrongs rarely make a right, so I’ve heard at least. ;)) And when one has howled long and hard with little progress, believing one was righting a wrong, perhaps peace is best exemplified, rather than railed about? Something like that, maybe… :))
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So well said, Lia. Precisely what I think I was trying to say, however confused and confusing my own thoughts were in the composing of it. Funny how often that is the case–knowing there is something I want to say, knowing even the words I want to use to say it, but not being sure what that idea really is. Until sometime after the saying.
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Oh, no…. yours was much better… I was only I guess agreeing, or confirming if I’d correctly interpreted… this poem is beautiful. But I hear you on all of that. And can also relate… again well said. :))
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Cheers, Lia. Always a pleasure to read what you have to say. Here’s wishing a lovely weekend.
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Thanks… and you too :)) 🌷🌤
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Loved the employment of movement in the poem. Like waves mingling with rhyme… So beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Isha. Very kind of you.
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My pleasure! Read it twice.
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