Let me begin at the heart of you
Lest in my selfish haste
I sadly should miss the part of you
That forms love’s ever-best
Is there to love a beginning or end?
I have not found it so
Love cannot choose its course, my friend
Or where its tides may flow
I thought a kiss was love’s signature
But as I held you near
The rush of the past, present and future
Brushed my cheek in your tear
Affection is tender and beautiful
Love, a double-edged ache
All of life’s goodness, pleasure and grief
Tremble within its wake
Love is not glamorous, easy or grand
Nor a thing given in part
It is not something we hold in our hand
But something we are from the heart
Janet Martin
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/10/carry-on-tuesday-129.html
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