Liking this feeling of love as I fall into step with
the beating of my heart.
Snapping fingers of my mind in time to rhythms being
played within it.
Questions rising, wanting answers to the reasoning
and logic of love.
As yet, there are none to be found, because it's a
fiber of the heart and has no rhyme nor reason,
except in a poem written about love.
As yet, there are none to be found, because it's a fiber of the heart and has no rhyme nor reason, except in a poem written about love. A beautifully written love poem.Well expressed
I might know the answer to love, I'll say the only answer to love, is to love! Thanks for sharing, RoseAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful expression of the power of poetry to express what reason cannot. The first two stanzas are excellent in portraying you in the act of composing a poem, with your body joining the feelings and thoughts of the creative process ie, snapping my fingers to get the poem's rhythm. And the complex image of the only genuine answer to the question of love is A FIBRE OF THE HEART is wonderful.