The Spances Between - Poem by Duy Bui
Love is great, so I feel embarrass to
doubt its worth, but it never travels alone.
And why should it, when every consciousness
desires to take in its image, to see and
catch its, wings spreading of shimmering power.
Love’s dearest companion every lover must know,
so how could one desires love in his loyalty’s
absent, swirling away to that quickest
feeling to enthrall the heart and elude
Lacking of it, looking for intimacy to bind
two hearts together; molding together for a space
of good old love, a space that echoed when darkness
knocked and listened.
When everything was over and done with,
one might ask, how could two sealed hearts
adhered to their feelings and reasons echoed;
and as time visited and departed on, reechoed
again and again. Love is great, and I surely embarrass to doubt its truth, but it rarely travels alone; it never travels alone!
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