About Love
I wrote a poem
about love
And the flames of
sunlight's piercing
rays.
Burnt it,
Consumed its passion
in jealousy.
For such love
is undeniable
And written, reveals
the truth of life.
I wrote a poem
that was consumed
In the heat of day's
burning.
A tale of passion
and of caring.
Of love caught
in the snares
of providence.
And born, never died
But lived like
the sun
Burning bright.
I wrote a poem
about enduring
love.
Of love's connivance
in a play.
A tragedy, a comedy,
a drama.
Above all... a romance
Of lives disparate
Thrown in a whirlwind
and spun
Through the air
In love.
I wrote a poem
so powerful
The sun consumed it
For fear, for fear
it would conquer
the world.
Of love in all its
dimensions,
Its shadows
caressing the earth.
And so my love
consumed
in the sun's passion
Was born again.
