And what should I compare you to, The full-blown moon? Or the slumbering stars Which await the trance of our night? Of all the feelings I have for you, There are none so true As the calm, blue view From the core of my heart. To start, I love you no less Than the hills love the sky, Thrusting higher and farther To try-test the best in oblivion. I love you (but more) Than the waves love the shore, Lapping at the edge of the earth, (Or contagiously re-birthed) They say as we grow old The soul learns the weight of control. But as far as I can imagine or see, The slightest brush of your touch Does not so much entrench but free, And so I know not Of this bog That they speak of.
i really liked this poem the story of love the life the fullness of your words gives love its lightness amongst the thorns of love.. lovenpeace from saff
