Love
Love
More possessed than possessing
More confessed than confessing
I love you
Like a new pair of shoes
Like a pair of hands I cannot hold
Love more desired than desiring
More a balm of necessity
Than a fleeting kiss
What have I missed
In naming you?
Is this it
Love?
I love my cat
More than this
The stars are filled with bright shining souls
Who can name them?
Love
Your multiplicity illuminates the night sky
More than a love song
Love much more than this
Lovers sitting on a park bench ruminating
Under a canopy of bright golden leaves shining
Honeyed by the early morning dew
Who can love them more than this?
Love lends itself to me and you
We name and claim it for a time
And call it 'bliss'
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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