Love Poem: Love
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Written by: Laura Breidenthal

Love

Love, Is that a word, Or the foundation of all mountains of speeches? Is love a whisper or an ejaculation? A prayer, or a plea? Why is it that love crescendos off the tongue Like caramel in symphony? Why does it melt me, As if by heaven God made me an iceberg, To later fall in the heat of destiny like my enemies? Love, Is it woman, Man? Is it the softness of your hand, Or the coarse scratch against a rocky sand? You say you love me so simply, genuinely What is it my mind cannot comprehend, As my eyes zoom in to your wanting lips, The almost anticipated sound saintly slips Love, A fraction to my experience, And a lifetime left of its dark and intimate peaks. . . In these mountains of words, How does one sleep? How shall we rest willingly in the dangerous unknown, With you and I alone? Love, I love you too.. How can I not when all of its footprints lead back to you? Love is as simple as the word yearning on your mouth As deep as the dark, undiscovered creatures of the sea Though, most of all, As far as I dare feel and see, As simple as it sounds, And God must well agree, Love is you and me