Love's Face Is Orange Poem by Debora Short

Love's face is tender, sweet and orange.
Her arms are nurturing, full, and golden
Her heart beats, embracing her charges,
Hills baptized in blue up holding,
Love's beloved gifts at Large.

Possessed, We, Her beloved,
in matters that keep us in bondage
Love's face, smiling, embracing Always,
Kindly Awaits the fall of our thrallage.

She sends dauntless wings
to shelter our distal need of Her,
with a never-ending patience
she demurs...
orange, tender, and sweet.

Knowing full well, Her beloved,
Baptized in life-giving Blue,
are already seated,
at the feet,
of our most Highest.

2004 ~
Bells Island, Currituck, North Carolina