After Reading Cyrano…

Let me speak of great love—
“Love!” no consonants can procure—
No vowels can lyrically form
Into lips and eyes so fair;
Dare I use the word divine
When proclaiming mine?

Yes! My love is all of these—
And adjectives numerous more
Than leaves;
And flakes it takes to white
The vast countryside;
And stars one counts when ribbons
Of stars unfold and
The dazzle of the heart cries
Out: “No other will do, no beat
Of life will pursue unless
There is you!”

I breathe a whisper love
Then shout,
As love in me bursts out—
Comes forth, an amorous rage—
Beyond poems,
Hearts poured out on page—
Not as buds—slowly, eloquently define,
Or as grapes aromatically refine,
But as stormy sea
Rushes to shore,
My love thrust is this
And more…

No—my love has no face—
For this is not her grace—
A body such as she
Yet have I to find
For all are in my mind—
For all reveal some special way
What alone a throbbing heart
Can say—
What alone heaven
Has yet to share,
What alone
Mortal hearts have yet to bare—
For such love as this
If for others I would deem
One must never have
But always dream….

After Reading Cyrano…

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