Chris Milne Writes: Poetry, Philosophy and Essays

Written Approx.: August 2020

There is no experience more human, then love.
It is because it strips you of everything you own;
Your walls drop, fly away like a dove,
The only sensation to strike to the bone.

To be truly in love, you must remove:
You must allow someone to see the totality:
Your imperfections, your faults; each and every groove,
But once found, you transcend: finality.

Emotions have always been hard for me,
I’ve been hurt before, like plenty more I’m sure;
But as time passes, there is one thing that becomes plain to see:
Love is the key, the essence of human experience; the cure.

Life is strife, that is clear to all,
There is a guarantee that you will fall;
But the beauty of being human after all,
What makes it worth it, each and every crawl

Is that their will be a hand to help you.
And love prevails, it’s nothing new.