Love For Once With The Innocence Of Children Poem by Johan Fourie

……...this thing love? How can it be?
Is it something so fragile! So tender that we’re afraid to touch it
Lest we disturb something that will go away…..
Lest we break some rare precious object or feeling with our touch….
Too crumble and wrinkle like the wings of a butterfly, never to be repaired, ever…

But how can we refuse it….?
Why should we refuse it…?
Come my love. Let us take this cup.
We will take it and drink deeply…..
Let us love for once in our life, with abandonment
Let us love for once with the innocence of children, humbly and playful…
Let this cup overflow…..

For have we not underestimated the power of this, so much a volcano?
We’ve had no idea of it’s power regardless our imagined understanding
…and here we stand in this eruption and flow, in total awe…
..this expression such apt magnificent metaphor, ingenious
This eruption the result of a fissure and crack in the granite face….
of our disillusioned past loves, and life

Causing magnanimously to flow forth and erupt….
……..years and eons of yearning, longing in need to express and give love
…..of course well be cautious not to burn and get singed….
For do we not know so well the irrevocable damage never to be reversed?
…well tend and care carefully so’s the flame will burn eternally

Our decision to nurture love, savor every minuscule morsel…..
This, we have now is more precious, satisfying and gratifying….
…the gentleness and caring, …every touch of your….
, ….eyes, lips, thoughts, body, words, laughter, tears, body heat, smell of your hair,
….your hands, and the feel of you under my hands…
…..the changing iris’ your beautiful eyes…
…your gestures, poise, and grace when picking up things…
…nourishes and sustains me…