Saturday 14 February 2009

Love is...

... born when babies cry, pearls of joy as the angels sigh
... the fountain of youth, silvery innocence of restless truth
... sunlight glinting on birch, shining white tree with radiant mirth
... harmony of night and day, in separate orbits with equal sway
... the strength within, perched on the outside looking in

... a secret of whispers and looks
the essence of which none capture in books
the essential experience none can compare
a shy revelation can leave the heart bare

... in the heart of the adopted ones, for they are the chosen daughters and sons
... in the eyes of the blind, for they make no judgement of colour or kind
... in the outstretched hand, which gives unasked to the poorer man
... in the very first kiss, soft, trembling, eternal bliss
... an echo over thousands of miles, a phonecall, a letter, to bridge ocean and sky
... in life's precious breath, which leaves man suspended between eternity and death

... a prayer in war and in peace
... a language, save the soul can speak

... so simple. So pure. So true.


Love is ... you.

valentine, 1997


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Tess Kincaid said...

I love this. Happy Valentine's Day!

ceecee said...

Just beautiful! So heartfelt.

Jo said...

Omigosh, this is so beautiful. You have a gift. A true gift!

(The Munchkins are my grandchildren, whom I adore... It's the eldest's birthday today and he is ... ta-da ... 13!

This poem fits his birthday. He is a wonderful young man.

Jeannette StG said...

Very touching! I like this sentence most:
love life's precious breath which leaves man suspended between eternity and death
thank you for sharing!

Anonymous said...

Love ... is you.

Strength, power and beauty in tonnes.

Love certainly is you, Shaista :)

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