simplistic to the point of incomprehensible,
love lingers on the lips and in the heart -
seemingly for but the briefest of moments,
while ever cavorting on the brink of eternity.
consuming everything within its reach,
yet holding nothing captive,
unfettered and relentless, it comes and goes,
like the wayward thoughts of a derelict poet;
staying where it wishes or finds warm welcome,
departing when it must;
leaving much more than it ever takes,
never demanding of reciprocity.
its seed lies ever out there,
neither friend nor enemy to time;
awaiting the inexorable winds of change -
finding purchase where it will...
but, oh, how love blossoms best
when nurtured in the garden of a kind and tender heart.
Love should be embraced whenever it make its entrance, with careful nurturing its bliss could linger even after the death of one partner. If for some reasons it makes its exit, one must brace up ones spirit and move on with life. A well articulated poem written with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. All are capable of loving but it is nurtured best by a kind and tender heart.