Well Of Love Poem by Allen Liebenberg

Arms tangling, lips seeking hands with touch
How could I love ONE person this much?
Ears listening to every small sound, every heartbeat
As the wind of honesty sweeps me off my feet.

I dwell on the dividing paths of broken love
Waiting for the peace of a rising white dove
But there is only one thing that I manage to find
A cliché of love, so untrue, so blind

I then evacuate my mind of all thoughts
That so easily come back and haunts
All that is beautiful, all that is true:
Every moment of detail I spend with you

Flowers can blossom in front of my eyes
A deer or two can take me by surprise
The sun can set in tens of millions of shade
Nothing can keep up with the love in my heart you made

Every dream of the night is of you
Every vision of the day of eyes baby blue
Every ticking of the clock closer away
To just see your face again if I may

The deeper the well, the stronger the love
Attracting the dishing bucket from above
To come down and reach way down low
So that the bucket with my love can overflow