Our Raison De La Vie Poem by Fred Babbin

That rush – that rush of love that I adore,
those lips so red, au jus, so often kissed,
that heat my blood and guts down to the core,
A moment never to be missed.
Those eyes, so liquid, dark, seductive, sly
The softness of her form, so tempting, warm
Her mystery, although she is not shy,
Makes me wonder at her captivating charm
And with that wondering, tension elevates—
just as love by James for Nora, steeped in
such excitement, determined both their fates.
For it’s the way much great art can begin.
But WE must have that rush, the rush to win
Our raison de la vie, because we ARE living.