Love

Love

More possessed than possessing

More confessed than confessing

I love you

Like a new pair of shoes

Like a pair of hands I cannot hold

Love more desired than desiring

More a balm of necessity

Than a fleeting kiss

What have I missed

In naming you?

Is this it

Love?

I love my cat

More than this

The stars are filled with bright shining souls

Who can name them?

Love

Your multiplicity illuminates the night sky

More than a love song

Love much more than this

Lovers sitting on a park bench ruminating

Under a canopy of bright golden leaves shining

Honeyed by the early morning dew

Who can love them more than this?

Love lends itself to me and you

We name and claim it for a time

And call it 'bliss'

yvette smith april 09

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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