RACHAEL EVELYN BOOTH
Conditional Love
Some say love
Is a blind angel of mercy
Sent to fill the emptiness
Of a lonely human heart.
She cares not the visage
Of her charges
Nor the less savory faults that
Lie beneath their surface.
Love is said to be meant
For love’s sake alone
To nurture and cherish
Creating one from two.
But love has eyes
Used far too often
To reveal the darker nature
Of her affections.
The vine changes colors
And looks different to the eye
But the roots that guide the soul
Remain forever unchanged.
Yet love sees not the core
But judges by the cover alone
Cowed by prejudices past learned
And left to cry alone.
Love thought deep
For years just floated
Never knowing the limits
Of its own shallowness.
The vine grows still
The roots cry out,
“I’m here! I’ve not gone!”
Desperate for appeal.
But love has turned her back
Grieving for her loss,
Unable to fight the past
And unwilling to even try.
September 27, 1991