To be torn

between what has been

and what seemed right

To love someone

to the brink of madness,

To get up each day,

resonating with an unflinching thought,

and to be down one knees,

the next night,

To hold her high

and move round and round

Wishing the circle to last a lifetime

to wonder in a day’s lazy moments,

prospects of  it lasting a while,

I found love one day and lost it too,

Some where between these very paradigms,

of  unsure paths and shaky dreams.