Is Love Sustainable

Is love sustainable, I sense-it's-rare? Like life on St. Kilda dangling from a rope mid-air to catch a nesting cliff bird and an egg or two, a meal, in other words. Is love sustainable, I guess it could be. But it's like winning at solitaire there's no one to cheat but yourself and invariably, that's just what you do. It would have to be a miracle to last It's a surgeon's incision through arteries. It's a pulmonary artery bypassing A chain of ghosts wailing to breathe as one once. And I'm still here achingly alone teaching grandmother to suck eggs; dangling from the desolate cliffs of St. Kilda clutching what looks like a broken empty nest. At best, I guess it could be. At best, I guess it could be. At best, I guess it could be. If we are resilient in our hearts and souls.