Love's Precedence Poem by Barry Middleton

What love proclaims,
spring cannot outdo in eloquence.
Love is the poetry of man's greatest gift.
We feel the sadness in a sunset.
We weep like no animal can.
Standing upright,
we embrace to the very soul.
No words can frame
substantiation of love's claim.
Spring's gusty boasts of bloom
cannot surpass the blush of love,
for love is beyond the essence of a sunset,
and more remote a jewel than starlight.
Love is iridescent, elusive, gleaming.
Love is indulgent, dreaming.
We are compelled to it
like some addiction.
It is a mad rush of euphoria lovers feel.
It is a state that words cannot describe,
all feelings throbbing to a teenage beat.
It is a rush denying speech,
denying spring of any claim
to consecrate the world,
denying and yet affirming,
a pulse, a gesture signifying
love's precedence.