What of love?

  You talk of love…..againI love, a summer’s day,a small child’s smile, my dog,the walks I take. You ask for trust…..what can I say?I trust the sun to shinethe rain to fall, I trust each day to give meone more chance to writethese words upon thispage. You talk of love; I panic:think of chains: for loveis not an easy game to playit breaks our hearts it makes us grey.  You might as well desirethe stars, as tie me to thisworld & yet……I promise we will find a dayto laugh, to love:but packaged in a differentway, to others.