a little while a little love
sings with the virtue of patience
sings with the virtue of kindness
sings with the virtue of compassion
yet on the surface does not speak
of a great love a passion love
speaks of a gentle continual love
seems to be not a great measure
defining neither love nor duration
as a sparkling exquisite pleasure
it seems a love lasting
but the flight of a feather
aloft momentarily upon
the whims of a breeze then lost forever?
but a little while a little love
is the guarantee of an attentive love
gift certainty of a gentle continual love
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem