To Love

Love grows diffident with age, uncertain
and vague in the best of us,
lurching and chaffed in the worst.
Called to task, the feeling rises on stiff limbs,
remembering the old romantic notions,
and delivers its best or its worst, then reclines
once again to challenge what it is to love.

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