Love

Arrives with unexpected ardor,

Glows in multi-colored lights.

It fawns and flairs with fragrances

That rise and fall in symphony.

 

Where it dwells is veiled in secret

Else we taste its origin of

Sweet repose, gentle breeze and

Heightened ambiguity.

 

I suspect that when it tumbles

Mountains crumble to the sea,

Obstacles retract, expand in

Aspect of fragility.

 

Only know that as it grows

In nurtured fields of sacred trust,

All delights within the heart

Reciprocate in harmony.

 

Hate and discord scar the soul with

Emblematic agony.

Only love and simple grace

Can lead the way to ecstasy.