Love

Who can say where it comes from?

Only that it’s there:

when least expected,

thought to be antique

or rare

perhaps obsolete,

one night

recalling all of dream

and moonbeam

we are kept awake by a tingling…

an unsettling of the heart;

listening to the call of another

longing for a missing part;

we warn ourselves a thousand times

only fools think of love rhymes…

yet inclined as addicts

in an opium den

we will try to find heaven again….

Love

devotee1

Joined February 2008

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