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May 19
It is from gentle thoughts
that love is always born.
The first tender image
is the wellspring from which
all further affection does flow;
it can quench the thirst
of even the driest among us.

ღ ღ ღ

Every gentle thought
that drifts through my mind
speaks to me of only you;
the logic of love
sounds like madness
to those not being
nourished by it,
but to those that
have love's taste
upon their lips and
in their mouths,
they know the
truth of it.

ღ ღ ღ

The logic of love
is truth itself,
and tastes much
sweeter than all the
more accepted types
of reason. Alas, the
heart that will not
let itself be conquered
will never accept these things,
for it all sounds so very foolish.

ღ ღ ღ

When the heart tells the mind
to love, and be loved, the mind
answers, And who are you,
who with honeyed words tries
to ****** our intellect;
do you think your power
so great that it would
convince me to reject
the wisdom and sense
of the world?


ღ ღ ღ

The heart smiles
(its genuine smile)
and replies, Mind,
I am but a messenger,
and am newly sent by
the master of us both,
for Love is our ruler,
as always this has been,
though we've never taken
our notice, for the Master
is often away; you, so
distracted with your words,
and I with my desires. Let go
and we will be free of word
and desire; let Love as our
natural sovereign reign.


ღ ღ ღ

All of my life, and all
the strength I can find
(for at least a moment),
love mercifully lends
to her sweet eyes, and
I don't hold on to love,
as my lower instincts
would have me, but
just let it flow through
to settle as it chooses
on this page, for to be
treated in this way was
love always intended.

ღ ღ ღ

for her alone
in secret words

and i
can see you
in these yellow
butterflies resting
on sleeping branches
so lightly and i just
listen and stare and
don't need to touch them
even though their beauty
almost demands it of me
no need to get
even a step
closer
i just watch
and stay quiet
inside of myself
and just love you
and me and all those
butterflies can stay...
they never need
to fly away...


ღ ღ ღ

I still see you
in those butterflies,
and remember the lesson
I should not have forgotten,
that love can only hurt
if we try to hold it.
I love you still, but
I let go of it, as
I let go of you,
and I don't,
and you don't
need to hurt anymore.
recovering lovejunkie
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recovering lovejunkie  49/M/Canada
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