My Love
There I was...
To all eyes, nothing but a fire,
Extinguished.
Nothing left to give...
And nothing needed.
Then you came...
With keen eyes you saw a spark.
Kneeling, you kindly and gently
Placed tinder and softly blew
Life into apparent dust.
Flames burst.
Here you stay...
Still carefully tending the fire.
And, with love and humility,
Warm and comfort yourself
Beside it.
7 comments:
My God, Madre. This is your best poem yet. I LOVE this poem.
Your man rocks. That's evident by this poem. Give him hugs for me.
Oh very good.
I'm thinking Rebirth is a good name. Maybe Kindling or Renewed
Exactly! Cele, exactly! I wish I could have been reborn younger, though! :-~
Wonderful poem, SML's Madre.
Thank you, Sideon. I appreciate that.
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Very good!! I like this poem a lot!
More poetry or writing would be good, Madre. Just sayin'...
;)
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