Look in the Quiver
Chandeliers and Candelabras;
Twilight moonbeams
and Stealthy Kisses
are arrows in Love's Quiver
and strike the Heart True.
Furtive Glances
Silver Yearnings
Pining Sighs
melt there too.
Deep Remembrances
photo shots
dinner places;
touching hands
demonstrate
the edge breached
between attraction strong
and Love's Need.
For need itself is in-ward bred
and howls in the warm night
with eyes of softened gravity
which causes all to fall into
the Soul Well.
Some say I did not intend
to slip and drop;
I had no desire to be enraptured so
thinking Love's Call was an act of will.
But no.
Does the Sun will itself to rise;
the Moon to shine?
Does heavy dew in morning mist
decide one day to be dew light?
Crash down one final thought
carry it to Logic's Door;
leave there a simple note:
'Love is
Not By Choice.
Love is God's gift
of Joy.'
Given only
to Openly Innocent
never the Cynical.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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