Print

Love Does

What love does to and for me.
Through deepest night, love does quietly steal,
A silent indrawn breath hides how I feel,
I can't reveal the depths of joy I find,
Deep within my sleeping mind.

Through brightest day, love does boldly stride,
A gasp of wonder as it slips outside,
To show the world its beauty bold,
To find and warm even the deepest cold.

Through longest time, love does endlessly grow,
Hidden, revealed, unafraid to show,
The joy, the pain, the quiet demand,
The simple pleasure of holding my hand.
By
Published: 6/20/2013
Reflections of the Mind...
Bouquets and Brickbats