No one forgets; and I don’t forget.
How can we forget when we love?
It buries down deep; infuses our being,
Suffuses our senses; leaves our thoughts reeling.
Who can forget when they’ve loved? Even lost?
Why would we want to though love counts a cost?
But the cost that it counts is a price that, once paid,
Cherishes life and feelings we’ve shared.
It harbours belief in fortunes they tell
And harkens to kismet and spiritual bell.
It listens to prayers and hears when we call
It values our worth and shares out to all.
Hurts they will come from the knife edge of love, but,
Though razored through, we heal and behove
Love to all others, for once we have known
Amity in lives, it must then be shown
To all whom we meet, with a zest for our living,
A passion for life, a thought to what’s given
To others who seek a touch and a taste
Of what lies within all but proceeds from all chaste;
The fountain of life, with a stream gushing forth,
Channelling energy and life-giving source.
We bless and we keep those moments we feel
The love of another for love feelings are real.
Love lasts forever though some may depart
For love is eternal in soul and in heart.
Those gone now, departed, by death or from choice
Loved once, if but briefly, still cause to rejoice.
My mind is awash with the feelings I feel
A wondrous reunion with spirits, all real.
Those whom I’ve loved, those loving still.
That’s all. Just a force that works with free will.
Love’s never lost. Never I say.
For into the ether love travels and stays.
It lurks in the corners of those ever loved
And grows or diminishes as life takes its course.
But once it’s created in hearts and in minds
It flourishes, flies and source it will find
Where all may return to the plain we were born, till
All love shines in splendour, the most glorious dawn.
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