Love is the Whole
What is the thing that binds us all
without which we would be torn asunder?
Not the power that drives our fate.
Certainly not the fallacy of hate.
Rather, something that makes us all deeply enthralled.
The thing that gives this world its wonder.
It’s that which causes us to yearn for tomorrow
that makes each and every day a miracle.
It turns yesterdays into pages of the past
colored memories we’ve softly amassed
and fondly recall though they bring some sorrow.
This is the thing that makes our lives become lyrical.
Love is what makes the impossible take place
It can break a heart and also soothe it.
It has been here since our earliest arrival
and will last only as long as our survival.
It reaches from inside of us to the fringes of Space.
It is a fire, a hunger, a sharing. It is moonlit.
Whether it be romance, affection, or obsession.
Love is why we were born and is what nurtured our growth.
Grown, we play at Love and yet, both can win
We do things we’ve never done and we do it without sin.
Love allows us to use our own discretion
to love or to be loved or better yet. . . both.
And in case you didn’t know it
Love makes every man a poet.