Love can hang like icicles
Dripping, growing
With every melting droplet
Of my fear.
Stacked in chaotic pattern
Beaming, golden
Calling joy to ring aloud
From each child.
Colors mimic melting rays
Warming, spinning
Around in a captured dance
To catch you.
Love grows like me, like children,
briskly, obscured,
Until it bumps your head as
You stand sure.
CLR
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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2 comments:
Very nice poem about love. Makes me wanna hold on tight to the love I have with my partner despite our ups and downs.
~Ray~
Good! I'm glad it had that reaction. That was how I felt writing it!
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