How Do We Measure Love? Poem by Tom Billsborough
How Do We Measure Love?
How do we measure love?
My love. By choice or chance?
By the breath of memory
Echoing with smiles, shared experience,
Private words which water
The garden of desire,
The conspiring breeze
Wafting familiar scents
Across this small space we own,
Our intimate possessions.
Your voice becomes my song
And the whole throng
Of being rises like a choir
In descants with no ending
Filling the cathedral of my soul
With resonating power.
Gosh! ! ! ! ! ! An incredibly beautiful love poem Another favourite Bill Full marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:20:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi again Norah, I think I'm having a serious day today! Maybe I was inspired by daughter's birthday present, the complete works of Louise Labe, all in French with no translations. I did a verse translation of the first 12 lines of her 2nd Elegy and submitted it. Only 88 lines to go! I think also your poem about your late husband was the other inspiration. I see you have another one waiting for me! Lots of love Tom