When dew laden grass grazes my bare feet
and fresh flower petals feel velvety to my palms,
When white mountains blow cold breaths on my face
and mellow winter sun gently brushes my skin -
Love touches me.
When a stray dog looks up at me with liquid eyes,
his warm furry body leaning on me with trust,
When my grandmother places her wrinkled hand
on my head, smiling at me with ancient wisdom -
Love comes to me.
When those rows of lost faces from frozen frames
gaze at me, from another time, another place,
When in the middle of a tedious, wrenching day,
my friend sends me a line in remembrance -
Love envelopes me.
When I get tired of the churn of daily existence
and pray till pure peace bathes my being,
When I look down at the lines I have written,
wringing my heart and cracking my soul -
Love penetrates me.
Who said love is difficult to find?
Love is certainly not difficult to find! At least not in your poems:) What a lovely poem on love this is and how it warms the heart. It was a pleasure reading this and your thoughtfully expressed emotions leave one with such a good feeling that they are bound to affect the coming day(s) favorably.
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