So the most intricate German designed
Engine is relegated to a scrap
Heap after the passing of time even
When exceptionally maintained, serviced
And motored; a brief span of fifty years
If one is lucky. About maintaining
A universe that is billions of years
Old, should it be said that it self-maintains?
It is fitting that a kind Maintainer,
Outside of time and space, keeps creation,
In the blink of an eye, in a loving
Embrace; Love itself; human love: the warmth,
Climax, and key to everlasting life
Culminating now; true Love without end.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Author:
Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: non-rhyming (perfect rhyme) Sonnet.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Good write Gary.
I'm very old, so I say - billions of years old! lol.
😂😂😂 Thank you ‘old’ friend!
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