Monday, May 6, 2013

Love Defined

Love heals.
Lovers know this from the start,
Yet they may not know with certainty
What love is.

Not that it matters especially
When they find the magic within the power
Of unfolding lust,
Of redemption,
Of unmitigated joy.

There's a mutual recognition
In the eye to eye surrendering
To trust,
To promise,
To the unimaginable other.

And when all is gone its memory remains
To wield the rage,
Reminding the heart
What love is.


  1. Do we really know what love is in reality. I think a lot of people take stabs at hoping it will reveal itself.
    Lovely poem my friend.

  2. Thanks, Linda. I think maybe we know it when we're in it, but how to explain it is the challenge.