If love was a place,
it would be the sea.
Where tides
embrace the sand,
delicately stroking
with gentle watery hands.
Teasing with kisses,
as it pleasingly
feels like flying
when it rises and falls.
Love is in the seabirds calls,
it sings through quays
in tones unique to you and me.
If love was a time,
it would always be now.
Not tomorrow, not yesterday.
Not some far away destination.
Instead, it would be circling all around,
because love is always there,
in the heart, in the mind.
Deep within the soul,
it blossoms inside.
You can feel it,
a tingle in your fingertips,
a feeling in the deepest pit
of the stomach where it sits.
It makes you want to shout loudly about it,
let the world know
proudly that yes, I am in love,
and love is in me.
If love was an object,
it would be a pen.
The most powerful item,
it can wring dry the hearts
of the sturdiest men.
Our words leap out and flow from
somewhere deep within.
The hope we grasp a hold of
drips from its nib,
and splits into letters upon the page.
They scream to be read.
Unread words ache to be said,
unread words want to become
more than a voice in your head.
Unread words may
contain answers to questions
you've always wanted to ask
but were always too scared.
For unread words feel like the long dead.
Love also lives in the unspoken words,
in the spaces between words on my page.
Love has a name,
but it is hidden from eyes that read.
I hold that love deep inside of me.
For if it was released,
it may evaporate into the breeze.
A secret told
is no longer a secret you hold,
but a future that you may never get to behold.
If love was a face
it would be the one I see every night.
The one in the moonlight.
The one that watches life
and sees beauty
in this world of which we reside.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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