Beloved - a Valentines Poement
To kiss the beloved with the same
kiss the beloved kisses me
and in that kiss, an eternity –
Oh, our Hearts know this,
Love attracts Love
is the secret of the kiss –
in the Garden of Hearts where Love grows,
you and I and we are unnecessary distinctions -
let us be this empty yearning together,
this ancient ache of longing,
the heart a compass taking us where,
Love is the goal, I'll meet you there –
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