. Late Of Love Poem by Mary Havran
. Late Of Love
Love came late
Or, I came late to Love
There I’ve said it.
For years
I averted my eyes
From lacy Valentines in stores
And bouquets wrapped in cellophane
Tied with pink satin bows
Love was
a four letter word
Unspoken
Never dared
Not even in a whisper
Whispers belonged to lovers
Love Shined
Brightly in the spotlights
On wedding couples dancing
Love Glowed
Softly in the Moonlight
Flickering of candlelight
On tables where
Lovers dined
Love inhabited the fringes
I did not get to hold it
Only brush against it briefly
In the homes of those
Who had already
Heard it knocking
On their hearts
I did not look for Love
I did not hide from Love
I did not wait for Love
Perhaps I did not even
Hope for Love
Love came late
Not shouting
Not leaping
Not looking to move mountains
Only tapping softly on my shoulder
As I tapped away
at my keyboard
Love came late
But bringing with it all
Love ever had to offer
Asking only
For my open heart
did not look for Love I did not hide from Love I did not wait for Love Perhaps I did not even Hope for Love Harks back to the haunting tunes of 'comfortably numb'! Plugging a line from “Field of Dreams” that sometimes you come this close to your dream and then it brush past you like a stranger in the crowd. I think those fringes those spaces those outfields doggedly hold on to such permanent absences. Truly felt piece-thanks
This is such a Great Powerful poem that I too can sort of relate to...well alot of it for sure.You hold your readers interest and make them want to hear your conclusion about 'Love' whether it come late or truly at all. A wonderful heartfelt piece of work.10/10. Thanx for sharing this piece Mary.....Have a wonderful day =)
You finally did it...brought tears to my eyes...must have caught me off-guard. Beautifully done Mary...Coach
Lovely poem. Love is always on the outskirts of our mind, waiting to be taken seriously.
Love can be elusive as a butterfly they say, but when it lands on or near you what a beautiful sight! Enjoyed this one very much.
Beautiful, beautiful. My heart is open to this lovely peace of poetry, thank you Mary. Ally x
Simply beautiful. On a deeper level, I appreciate both the sincerity and openness of heart revealed in this write. That is what distinguishes skillful handling of language from poetry born of human experience and essence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful work, Mary. It must be real love that has inspired it. I especially love the incantatory form you've used, 'Late... Late... Late... ' and 'Love came.... ' - the repetion is very moving and takes us along with it so gracefully.