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