... just a word thrown around so lightly... Love, when real, occupies nearly every thought, every dream... every decision somehow includes the one you love. If you can live without their presence or forget them? It was only a crush. Who am I to write about Love anyway, except to say it has burned me... and I would likely do it all over again for the right man?
I love this poem, except the line "To be a witch is to harm none". Clearly, the author has never heard of Grey Witchcraft. I am mostly white but there are times those around us are in need of a dose of their karma. Perhaps a warning that fell on deaf ears.