Love and Diversity

 

Love does not entitle us.

Love does not offer a direct route…

blissfully,shifting… frequently in the sway of the soul.

The road to our terms of endearment…often not the same.

 

Quirky Kind of Love

She thinks my words are obscene and, peppered with perfection.

She is in awe of how I prepare for accidents and incidents…I cannot control.

The records she keeps are of all the mistakes…I have yet to own.

In and out of our blind-spots…imageedit_158_5996355660

I may believe love too often tragic.

She frequently believes any love is mystical and some sort of magic.

Our Woman of Age

Franklin, New Hampshire
Franklin, New Hampshire

The woman… had faded more than the others of similar age.

Beyond what is eerily unique.

Encompassing much that many would consider…adept physique.

There had been no love lost.

Between citizens, denizens and the female of frost.

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Gray indeed, this creature of comfort.

Wrinkled, hand upon well trodden hand, she stood still.

As if to say,

‘I am here, dear…lend me your fill.’

And, with a chaotic turn of reddened cheek…

one became two.

Our woman of age, had the company of…someone new.

If one were to turn away.

A stranger, perhaps.

They would have missed…love’s aftermath.

Subsequently, being of similar mind.

I could not let go of my everyday find.

What a couple of friends…turned another way?

Obviously, the two women, were perturbed with the storm’s dismay.

How simple it must have been to lend an open palm to another?

Beyond, charity, the woman of notice…had been aiding her lover.

As cursory as…a New Hampshire blizzard.

I took note of how beautiful love ages…with just a convenience visit.

So lovely, had been the flakes falling in the backdrop.

Eloquent maturity in the feel of another.

The knowing of which is grace.

And,

what is the gentile feminine pace.

My morning ended in its usual organized chaos.

Yet, I could not help but wonder,

‘What of the older woman at my pit stop.’

Over exposed…too commercialized, the need for youth.

Give me a moment alone with love’s lifeline.

Just a second, unnoticed with just two.

Just two…furrowed in tenderness…everyday…as something, new.

georgia

 

Repeat Love

a Rainbow Bucket List
a Rainbow Bucket List

In a lifetime of love like snowflakes…none being the same.  Somethings are worth repeating.

 

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in
my heart
i am never without it
anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling.
 
 i fear no fate
for you are my fate,my sweet
i want
no world
for beautiful you are my world,my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
 
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
Knowles Chilled
 

♥♥♥

I  CARRY YOUR HEART

I CARRY IT IN MY HEART

 

##I Carry Your Heart – EE Cummings