How can we tell what love is?
Do we love just because we love?
Or because we no longer want to be unloved?
Does loving you exclude all others?
Or make a mockery of faithfulness?
Will heart swell be a symptom of a mortal thing,
Or a miracle of boundless power?
Even in the throws of passion do we seek answers?
Is love an acceptance, a necessity or just blind?
Perhaps just a sideways step in perception…
Avoiding the miracle..
Whatever love is…I found it within your embrace,
and will hold it forever silent and precious,
within my questioning heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loves miracle I'm still looking for. A nice poem.
Hi Sophie, I am sure one day loves miracle will find you xx Thank you for your kind words..much appreciated.Lodigiana