Love came late
Or, I came late to Love
There I’ve said it.
For years
I averted my eyes
From lacy Valentines in stores
And bouquets wrapped in cellophane
Tied with pink satin bows
Love was
a four letter word
Unspoken
Never dared
Not even in a whisper
Whispers belonged to lovers
Love Shined
Brightly in the spotlights
On wedding couples dancing
Love Glowed
Softly in the Moonlight
Flickering of candlelight
On tables where
Lovers dined
Love inhabited the fringes
I did not get to hold it
Only brush against it briefly
In the homes of those
Who had already
Heard it knocking
On their hearts
I did not look for Love
I did not hide from Love
I did not wait for Love
Perhaps I did not even
Hope for Love
Love came late
Not shouting
Not leaping
Not looking to move mountains
Only tapping softly on my shoulder
As I tapped away
at my keyboard
Love came late
But bringing with it all
Love ever had to offer
Asking only
For my open heart
This is an excellent poem which deserves to read by every fellow-poet. Congrats to the author! Dr K.V.Venkataramana
Love can be elusive as a butterfly they say, but when it lands on or near you what a beautiful sight! Enjoyed this one very much.
Beautiful, beautiful. My heart is open to this lovely peace of poetry, thank you Mary. Ally x
Simply beautiful. On a deeper level, I appreciate both the sincerity and openness of heart revealed in this write. That is what distinguishes skillful handling of language from poetry born of human experience and essence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MAY I SO LIVE THE LIFE OF LOVE THIS DAY THAT ALL THOSE WITH WHOM I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO AT ALL MAY BE AS CONVINCED THAT LOVE IS IN THIS WORLD AS THEY ARE OF THE SUNLIGHT AND RAIN.