I just discovered the poet May Sarton, here is a poem for all of you called 'love'.
Fragile as a spider's web
Hanging in space
Between tall grasses,
It is torn again and again.
A passing dog
Or simply the wind can do it.
Several times a day
I gather myself together
And spin it again.
Spiders are patient weavers.
They never give up.
And who knows
What keeps them at it?
Hunger, no doubt,
And hope.
More of her poems on:
http://languageisavirus.com/may-sarton/
