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Love
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Love, like a garden, needs vigilant weeding.
Love, like a fire, requires constant feeding
To keep it in order and burning brightly.
Love, harsh words can often shatter.
Love, which wrong action can tatter,
But sharing and compromise bind it tightly.
Love is not honored by corridors of time.
Love requires daily attention to make grow sublime,
And words spoken in haste bring feeling contritely.
Love is soft spoken, building no dissension.
Love is feelings and touching, with full comprehension.
Many words often lose their savor; use sparingly, but nightly.
What is Love?
This poem, which I wrote some years ago, comes from Autumn Leaves:
What is Love?
Is it the twinkle in a young puppy’s eyes?
Is it soft-spoken words of promise,
Bringing a pretty maiden’s sighs?
What is Love?
Is it the quiet, understanding look in a mother’s warm smile?
Or is it the sultry eyes of a temptress
Who seeks to beguile?
What is Love?
Is it two lovers locked in rapture’s sweet throes?
Is it devotion or poetry,
Emotion or prose?
What is Love?
I’ve searched long and hard, looking for the answer,
Piercing through volumes
Like a hard-charging lancer.
What is Love?
Everything I’ve read or heard reveals nothing conclusive.
The answer is existent,
But very elusive.
What is Love?
I don’t know the answer–I can honestly state.
If you know, please tell me.
It must be fantastically great!
The Veils
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Layers of veils
Drawn over the mind,
Shut out light of knowledge,
Shielding hope from mankind.
The first one blots out charity,
It’s called the veil of “Greed.”
The second is called “Suspicion,”
And curtails doing good deeds.
The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”
Stops our hearts from being kind.
The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”
Makes people follow along blind.
The fifth is the darkest–
It’s simply known as “Hate,”
Yet the shining light
Of Love can penetrate.
Regardless of how tightly
These veils are drawn,
They can be opened by Knowledge
As night surrenders to dawn.
Ever so slowly now,
The veils begin to part.
Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,
Over the mind and into the heart.
At last they’re completely open,
Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.
The harsh light of Truth assisted,
And together they set you free.
Love Is
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
My eyes have looked, and
In looking have seen, and
Having seen, beheld the Truth.
My heart has known, and
In knowing is filled, and
The fullness is Truth of Love.
Wealth is but passing vanity, and
Time wears away shallow efforts; yet,
Love and Truth overcomes both.
Love is never demanding, and
When aided by her cousins, Compromise and Understanding,
Grows healthy and flourishes.
Love awakens those feelings that are
Most noble in men and women,
Enriching their walk on life’s path.
Love brings contentment and understanding.
Coupled with thanksgiving,
Its lack turns life into a barren wasteland.
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