Unripe for love

You spurn love
and its soft, supportive shove,
You think in love you are,

but maybe you are just at war

within yourself,

And instead of love

you are looking for pain;

through habitual suffering want to attain

the same painful past and addictive gain;

just a repetition of the past,-- 

cries, separation suffering.

Maybe you aren't yet

prepared to receive love,

rather you are scared of it,

The deep, habituated pain in you

is uncomfortable with fresh, new day's dew,

You are scared that

the love's warm rays

will reach where the suffering brays,

and melt it

with its divine hit.

Is it just about 

the partners being wrong?

Maybe you are unripe

and take another swipe

to clean and declutter the past,

Maybe you are just 

running away from your bitterness,

So how can you embrace

with full grace

love's sweet grasp?

Maybe you aren't yet ready to receive love

with grace, humility and dignity,

I just pray for you

and feel your pain,

Travel you well and ripen,

then receive and welcome love

at your doorstep o my dove.