Love Thing Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
Love Thing
Rising not just from the east
No defined direction
Just a tiny speck on life’s horizon
One glowing ember growing ever brighter
Invisible tendrils invading thoughts
Infusing slowly into the sinews of the body
Warming disarming and capturing
Persuading hearts to join in unison
This thing called love
And what a beautiful thing love is too...great write Gordon...thank you...Fi 10+++
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6/9/2026 4:11:36 PM # 1.0.0
Glad there are people like you to tell me how love feels cause I am not sure I have ever experienced it.