I recently came across this poem I wrote in 1985 when I was cleaning out a closet today. I hope you enjoy it.
“True love does not seek its own reward; its worth, its dignity, is entrenched within its own existence; it breathes with soft sounds and lives in tender thoughts that touch the soul.
True love understands unspoken utterances; its beauty, its expression, is seen within the gentleness of the eyes; it whispers ‘always’ and never speaks the word ‘impossible’.
True love believes, when faith dares to falter; its trust, its devotion, abides in childlike innocence spotted by reality’s harshness; it feels the deepest depths of vulnerability and knows this to be the secret of its strength.
True love cries silently the tears of the beloved; its pain, its sorrow, is shared sacredly within the heart’s deepest chambers; it enjoys contentment when peace abounds and smiles when it hears the words ‘I love you’. “
I was recently going through some old boxes and came across a few poems that I wrote over thirty years ago. This is my favorite; I hope you like it, too.
The heart hears loudly, voices softly spoken.
It cries the tears of today’s tragedy;
It smiles with tomorrow’s hidden hopes.
The heart sees clearly, visions scarcely conceived.
It fears the hurt that strikes its core;
It loves what it dares to embrace.
The heart speaks strongly, words hardly heard.
It argues against logic’s best reasoning;
It trusts in no wisdom but its own.
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