Love does not seek
To bring to self
Glory or recognition
Love serves;
Never turning to draw
Applause or adulation
Love; sweet, sweet love
Life’s simple best
In ways of complex wonder
How is it that you
Steal my breath
As your discourse I ponder?
Love; gossamer
And warrior
And pleasure’s painful splendor
You tear blood-oceans
Out of me
In whispers soft and tender
Love; sweet, sweet love
Never demanding
Equal compensation
Yet in its giving
Comes a joy
Beyond word-explanation
Love; miraculous mystery
Increased
By its bestowing
Love; double-edged
Bliss-agony
Within a tear-drop glowing
© Janet~
You tear blood-oceans
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In whispers soft and tender
By far my favorite line. You are a powerful poet.
It was your words about how love is life's most simple complexity that got this poem percolating. thank-you for your words of encouragement.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem,on such a mysterious topic...
ReplyDeleteyes.'Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal."
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