Monday, October 5, 2015

Love's Strange and Timeless Art

 (photo courtesy of google)

The hope of it
The need of it
The want of it,
My friend
Becomes the very
Air we breathe
Where prayer
Cannot pretend

The will of it
The thrill of it
The spill of it
My dear
Rides soft within
Our laughter,
And so hard
Within a tear

The trust of it,
The Must of it,
Can hurt or heal
The heart
The rush of it
 The brush of it
A strange and
Timeless art


© Janet Martin

linking to OctPoWriMo 
day 5


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?