Just Another Poem About Love
It is the red of a lover's rose;
It is the white of a joker's lily.
It is a Prince in a jester's hat;
It is a Queen with a savage smile.
It is the dark of a winter dawn;
It is the light of a summer's day.
It is a tree of lonely forest;
It is the cattle in rain-soaked field.
It is a speech of a thousand words;
It is a meaning all but spoken;
It is a remembrance without a prayer
that never changes with the fleeting years.
It is the passion of the wild flames;
It is the chill of the fierce ice.
It is a flower in the gilded light;
It is the wind with bated breath.
It is the heart of the poet's verse;
It is a phrase never expressed.
It is a metaphor old and wasted
that we have uttered again and again.
It is eternal; through night and day;
It is life; both true and near;
It is in all; man and women
that never fades with time or change.
Not a word or phrase
can tell its power.
No poem or verse can say
Only in the mind can it be shown;
and on the softness
of gentle lips.
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