by on September 7, 2018


What is love if you can't hold it near?
Like a flame that burns too hot to touch 
So, what does it matter if you're not here?
When I can't have what I want so much. 

What use is longing if what I wish cannot be?
Like that distant star that will never be near
And never be satisfied unless you're next to me 
A star's mystery only solved when you are here. 

Yet, I have to accept your love still more distant 
That only in my dreams can appear as real
For though I can say there is only one constant 
How oblique if your body I cannot, here, feel. 

And, so, it comes down to what is only this
That philosophy and poetry can only guess
What creation can best offer is your kiss
Best revealed when your love undress. 

So, it's only when our passion consummated 
That my doubts can be finally dissolved 
How the universe, itself, is procreated
By love these questions sweetly resolved. 

Posted in: Poetry
Topics: poetry, love, romance, nature

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