SECOND IN A TRILOGY OF POEMS ABOUT THE NATURE OF LOVE
“You can not find love, you must wait for love to find you” N P SMITH
It lies not in sweetened wine
I thought it would be easy, to find love,
wise words say it is in the eyes,
a coup de grace kiss ,the hand squeeze
under stars and moonlight from above.
But they fool themselves these sages,
who claim to know about this thing,
for it is coy and timid, elusive
and sought by man through the ages.
It lies not in crystal and sweetened wine,
nor with naked, assumed intimacy.
It cannot be bought or made. But is
sown, unseen when life’s paths align,
either to grow slowly before the bloom
or to burst from the earth, to shock
with the sudden vibrancy it brings,
enhancing all with love’s perfume.