Tender Love makes agile
the questings of the heart.
Hungering Love makes fragile
the etchings of its Art.
Sated-love stands idle
but brooding, far apart.
Eternal Love doesn't meddle:
it knows how tear-drops start.
"Tender"? "Hungering"? "Sated"?
Is not "Eternal" all of these?
For defining I have not waited:
say "Accepted!" to mine, please!!
Teddy,
Isn't eternal love what we all want. What a beautiful poem.
Judy
Wow! I think I'm in love! You really know how to write a love poem!
This makes me feel like there's somewhere special waiting for that someone special to be with me. I hope you understand what I mean.
Mary Lamb