No Scent, No Feel, No Sound Poem by Orlando Edwin

The way it beats upon the chest
The way it lays the weary head to rest
The way it makes the knees feel weak
The way it stays on one’s mind all week

It has no scent, feel or tiniest of sound
But when it’s there we know it’s around
That smile on your face, what did put it there?
The redness on the cheeks, which makes onlookers stare

When present it makes you feel immortal
When absent there is no sense of life at all
Countless times it has pardoned you
And many times more it has sheltered you

What could be so profound?
That which has no scent, feel or the tiniest of sound
What could make a grey sky fade away?
And let through the brightness of the suns ray.

Many have tried to bottle it; they tried to keep it inside
But this thing is too powerful, though kept deep within; it still appears on the outside
It has no season, no special time
It can be yours and it can be mine

But its name is written on the mother bird feeding its young.
On the petals of flowers as they sway in the sun
On that meal of life handed to a hungry child
Or the freeing a captive beast back into the wild

It’s written L….O.…V….E…. Love
It has no scent, feel or the tiniest of sound, but its powerful enough to make you touch the stars above.
Love is something we cannot fight
It shines through the day, and burns through the night

Love’s in you and it’s in me
If you let it loose, it will set you free
Don’t keep it in, let it be.
For love was not meant to be locked up you see.