Within a silent look, a momentary stare,
Gentle, pure and aware, glowing love appears.
It is love that is clear in this awkward mystery.
Brief joy and illusive happiness are masks,
Mere glass that by hand have the face of a jewel.
They are but qualities of the genuine facet.
Love at once will rip and tear at your heart,
And lift you high above this tragedy,
It wants of no improvement or fine sculpturing.
Among the stormy treacheries of life it shines,
But rain and the darkened tempest cloud us,
When we inquire, in stillness, what is the aim.
Love whispers too soft for some to hear.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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A most beautiful poem David that speaks of the whisper of love that often is lost in the thunder of passion and traffic noise of lust and selfishness. A fave
You're correct indeed. Thank you for your insight compadre
My pleasure
Yeah, we do have to speak a little louder. Even social media is steeped in inuendo
Exactly. Thank you for your insight compadre
Not a worry, amigo🕊️🙏🏻
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