Love’s Search

Inured to hurt, he sometimes came,

His breath upon my window,

He mouthed quietly my own name,

While I dreamed upon my pillow.

 

In reverie, I heard his call,

Though silently he spoke,

He seemed to cry unto my soul,

My senses to invoke.

 

His eyes peered into my dreaming mind,

I saw his gaze within,

He penetrated hard to find

And overlooked my sin.

 

Recognition haunted me,

In daylight hours I looked,

Mental image, flaunted he,

No excuses from me, he brooked.

 

I ran away from such a stare,

Afraid of my reflection

Within his eyes, I saw it there,

My fears had no direction

 

Apart from trust, I had to give,

What else could I bestow?

A heart that teaches how to love

And all my hurts does know.

 

I stopped from running far from him,

I paused and chanced to turn,

He reached his arms around my rim

And laughed as I did squirm.

 

My senses were awakened now,

My physical knew what fire

Arose in mindful, sensual bow

And sharpened my desire.

 

His lips had moved so oft before

But words had floated by.

Now his voice within my core

Urged, to trust and try.

 

And so, I opened up the glass

Within the window frame,

I gestured, over threshold pass,

I asked what was his name.

 

‘My name,’ he said, ‘is only you,

My alter, selfless me.

I’ve sought and looked for love that’s true.’

He found me and I found he.

Love’s Young Heart

Love’s young heart is broken,

The physical, a token

Of passion, panting in the night,

Heat of bodies, hid’n from sight.

 

Love’s young heart is hurting,

And questions, ‘What is trust?’

‘I love you,’ words were spoken.

Now ashes burnt, so dust.

 

Love’s young heart knows treason

And fears another mate.

The ‘what ifs’ penetrate the mind.

The heart decides to wait.

 

Love’s young heart knows hope.

It’s buoyant, bounces back.

It learns to love again, once more,

Unlike aged hack

 

Who tires of Cupid’s failures

And cries a flood of tears,

Cherishes their solitude

And misspent, lonely years.

 

Love’s young heart is gracious.

It bows its head in shame.

It learns that, sometimes, it is wrong

And tries another’s name.

 

Love’s young heart knows beauty

But beauty, born of face.

Love’s older heart seeks beauty too –

Serenity and grace.