Love it is for unlucky folk
Who dream of living with hearts unbroken
Love is for the lucky few
Who cannot stay down for long!
Once I too was young and true
Innocent like a very short song
And then I fell and yet loved again
We are all unlucky and lucky
We are all once young
And then old and comforted
And uncomforted by the memories
Of love and what wasn’t quite love
Yet I lie light upon my lap
And breathe a sigh for my worn heart
That the heart keeps loving
As the lungs keep breathing
That is all, the ends are all
Inhaling love and exhaling breath
Love is for those blessed years
When time raced in breezy afternoons!
Wuji Seshat
Wuji Seshat 
You are such a productive poet! I liked this poem a lot.
I am very able to relate! I love this
Thanks for coming by and liking my post. I really like this poem, your line about being both comforted and uncomforted by memories is truly haunting…
Gorgeous, poignant words. Made me happy and sad at the same time.
i just love you, that’s all there is to say