The Nameless Poem by Gillian Commerford

What I love I cannot name
and yet in naming anything
I name that love.
What I love
I cannot touch
yet in touching anything
I touch that love.
What I love
I cannot see
and yet I see love everywhere.
What I love is beyond the power
of my thought
and yet pervades all thought
and is within all words, letters, signs
within each breath I breathe
and beats in my breast
and throbs in my throat
waiting to be spoken