No Holds Barred

In love, sometimes, there are no holds barred -

there is the cling, the grasp, the hug, the clutch,

But sometimes what firmly holds the heart

is a tender smile and the gentlest touch.

No holds barred in a romantic clasp,

Awash with fantasy, or the fabric of dreams;

But reach out and give rather than grasp -

Light up the night sky with brilliant moonbeams.

When in a no-holds-barred love match we play,

And sometimes the heart writes a profound love song,

Perhaps the heart of darkness can be lifted away;

But mostly letting go makes it strong.

So clinging, grasping, clutching I eschew

No holds are needed if this love indeed is true.