—There are Loves as Sure as a Thing

There are loves, as sure as a thing

 

That, like beauty, explains a flowering tree!

 

And loves that explode with such splendor as a star

 

Of which everyone is entitled to---its bravura!

 

But what is love really,  if it's more than just adjectival?

 

Like a consummated marriage, it's not defined!

 

Because not one has ever managed to ask I!

 

Not one could have ever sculpted a man or a woman

 

Like the hands of God, the Creator of the Universe!

 

Memories only linger, and time must be forever,

 

And thou art genuinely is without compare

 

To Nature's golden leaves; that to bar---

 

The Unforgiving Rain, dampens each trunk

 

Just as the rivers, they ripple because it's right!

 

 

 

 

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