Poems / Stories by Mourning Feather Lackie
Huron



Love

Love takes time.
It needs a history of giving and receiving,
Laughing, and crying.
Love never promises instant gratification,
Only ultimate fulfilment.
Love means believing in someone, in something.
It supposes a willingness to struggle,
To work, to suffer, and to rejoice.
Satisfaction and ultimate fulfilment are by-products
Of dedicated love.
They belong only to those who can reach beyond themselves.
To giving is more important than receiving.
Love is doing everything you can.
To help others build whatever dreams they have.
Love involves much careful and active listening.
It is doing whatever needs to be done,
And saving whatever will promote
The other's happiness, security, and well-being.
Sometimes Love hurts.
Love is on a constant journey to what others need.
It must be, others cannot say.
Love says no with empathy and great compassion.
Love is firm, but when needed it must be tender.
When others have tried and failed,
Love is the hand
In your moments of discouragement and disappointment.
Love is reliable.
Love is a choice to others true and lasting happiness.
It is dedicated to growth and fulfilment.
Love is not selfish.
Love sometimes fails for lack of wisdom
Or abundance of weakness,
But it forgives,
Knowing the intentions are good.
Love does not attach conditions.
Genuine love is always a free gift.
Love realizes and accepts that there will be disagreements
And disturbing emotion.
There may be times when miles lay between,
But love is a commitment.
It believes and endures all things.
Love encourages freedom from self.
Love shares positive and negative reactions
To warm and cold feelings.
Love, intimate love, will never reject others.
It is the first to encourage, the last to condemn.
Love is a commitment to growth,
Happiness, and fulfilment to one another.

Copyright© by Mourning Feather Lackie