What is love – A Poem
What is love, unearthed…
merely a look of un pinched affection
a flow of wordless energy
an opening of a window into eternal nature
supported by the building of agreements
The winds of shifting, wrestling our hair into a mess of shades, making an innocently aroused picture of fate.
The tormented branches undulating and drawing forth a potent medicine for our bundle.
To carry along the minted journey of walking together. Dancing. Laughing and believing in us.
I bow to that fate
I adore these eyes of