And when this love affair
as we know it
ends, my love,
as all love affairs must
leaving in its place and time
-Infinity and Eternity-
no less
a yet unexplored Vista
a dungeon of Paradise
a Holy Well of endless depth
unfolding
as it does
from our mother's womb
She who was always
our first love
returning again and again to it
we will have learned
My Love
that nothing
ever dies
only transforms
before our
slumbered eyes
and within our
yearning souls
according to where we
take our position
to view ourselves
again and again and again
in this our Paradise
Beautifully written capturing the basic truth of an affair of the heart!
ReplyDeleteThanks Frank. It's wonderful to see you here :)
ReplyDeleteYou write with such moving sincerity. Everything ends but maybe there are traces in eternity. :-)
ReplyDelete@ Ana Thanks Ana. 'Traces in eternity' - oh yes, so fine and so many!
ReplyDeleteYou are a talented poet who speaks from the heart and with great wisdom. Love is like a perennial garden plant. From deep roots it faithfully buds, blooms, and produces seeds as the years go by.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem for its wisdom! Love in our heart never ends....Beautiful photography, too : )
ReplyDelete@ tt Your comment is encouraging tt - thank you! Indeed love is always ready to grow and blossom wherever it is permitted to :)
ReplyDelete@ sb Thanks sb. Your comment is, as always, encouraging :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think it's ever possible for love to end/die - it's the very stuff of the universe, of life!
A wonderful piece of poetry. Life never ends and may be reborn as it chooses perhaps, but it returns always to it's essential nature which is consciousness and growth through love. My best.
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