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?
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poem by Yvette Smith
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