• thoughtengineer 76w

    Shorthand on Love

    I see it a rushing gush that stops for
    nothing, not even for the rocks, stones,
    strewn in it, its hush rushes over,
    smoothing them.
    It's a river's course for a toe's wiggle to me. The blush in the Azaleas, love is, in the surrounding Forget-Me-Nots too *sigh* maybe...
    This serene ending the Summer bids when giving in to the coo of the coming Autmn,
    never interrupting the breeze,
    just the easing we feel in the degree around us, *sigh* love is... It's that touch and gentleness we somehow, always feel about our shoulders, hanging on us, like the arm of our wooer,
    a hug, never too heavy or just heavy enough. It's the gravity,
    pretty and shining, above us, that always catches our eye, day and night, even though we've seen it, a million times *sigh* maybe said it more...
    It's the estuary within, the rivulet running,
    love is, maybe, if I portrait it,
    if I put a pen to it...
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