Love surely is the strangest thing
That rocks the world by its absence
That rocks the world by its presence
And I can no longer contribute
Anything worthwhile to this treatise
consuming through the centuries
As I have loved too much and lost
too much or is this statement false?
I believe it's untrue
What I think has happened is this:
I have used up my love quotient
Only so much allotted to a life
And entered a neutral zone
where love barters with hate
And need outdoes it all
The question is:
How much need is the ration
I have yet to find out
It's still very functional.
Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia. She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.