Love Is, .. Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Love is a slow stream, meandering time and again
Flows forth from an unknown source
Sweeping through the very clay that molds hearts
Only to empty into the ocean that never fills up.

Love is a solid rock on a hill
Whose face the rain drips upon
Quenching the thirst seated in the rocks crust
Deflecting the heated rays of the sun back to the blue skies
Steady and immovable by no petty force
But slowly eroding over the years
Into pebbles no one can plaster back together.

Love is an ever green vineyard
Whose gardener holds dear to his heart
Dressing every vine in the morning sun through seasons
Ever generous the yard provides for the wine-press
To the eager drunkards and humble royalties.

Love is dust on a sojourners path
Blown up by the wind and blinding his eyes
Never holding onto the ground for a moment
Causing thirst and hunger to the tummy
Love is sight, not blindness
Love is bright not darkness
Love is kind not harshness
Love shines brighter than all other stars put together.
Love is Love.