Where does Love Live;
at the Heart's Height
in night-time thoughts
in precious cleavings
in the body below the waist?
Where does love live?
In loving deeds
in Heart-Wrenchings
in Life-Time loyalties?
Does Love
express itself
in words
in deeply felt emotions
in rings, gifts and material things
in birthday cards-
all of these?
Is love a form of pining,
the wooing and the crying
in the yearning and the can't live without
sighing?
No, I think
simply put
True Love is in the
Transforming
and the Being Transformed
True Love
Allows and Seeks;
Full Immersion
in the
Other
and
Vice-Versa
sometimes instantly
sometimes over a life time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The question of love and its validity. I love it!