Searching for love, he walked the path
No traveler's foot had found;
Out of the fog emerged the form
Of a love, long silent and bound
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I so enjoy that the intimacy of the poem deepens as it progresses, like the journey of love itself. Thank you. :)
Hi Lora, beautiful write. It's interesting to note that the warmth and blessings of the most intense human love still pale in comparison to the warmth and blessing of Divine love. Best of the season to you and yours!
A lovely poem Lora. Certainly a 10+! ....I had a question though about the first line of the third stanza. It seems more tentative, less trusting than the rest of the poem but I don't want suggest a change. Just a comment for your consideration....... What man doesn't dream of such love?
Love's Journey is a road with many paths. Some winding up in dead end streets, some are like a maze and we get lost in them. Others are narrow and steep and dangerous. But some are like hidden treasures and we become rich in their discovery.
He is to me as the bee to the flower, As the heat that belongs to the fire a poignant reflection of the surrender in love!
favorite lines: He is to me as the bee to the flower, As the heat that belongs to the fire .................so, you DID get 'pollinated'! but it was not the “bee” 's gamete it rubbed onto you, but that of another such as yourself, another 'rose'. keep dreaming! :) bri now, i 'must' bother someone else. HAPPY HALLOWEEN! ! ! bri ;)