An Uncluttered Love.

The baggage that comes with affairs Today can be heavy, and needs Skill to unload. It contains rarely Anything more than scared, bruised seeds Of hurt, or frustrated anger, Which, if not distilled into love Will grow hard and burst, banging The life out of any fresh move To conduct an affair with sense. Hurt needs healing first, and past pain Will never bring ease to present Deeds, so forgive and forget. Shame At admitting the blame will lead To an unending wheel which spins Nowhere at all. Anger only feeds Fires of hate, so why not begin Afresh and unclutter the heart. New love deserves a decent start.