Haven’t a reason
perhaps that knowledge
escapes my
ability
desire
response
passion,
oh the last aspect of my life
the realization of a creative
wonder in the mind of
finding heart and soul inside
the beauty of
her eyes,
her wish
her conscience
to give assurance that love might be
a constant
a beautiful reckoning
two people
wander upon each other
only to discover
love
is meant
to be.
certainly
a lonely passerby
might not understand,
though if they have found love
within themselves
think upon
that word
the compelling satisfaction
the aspect we all seem to seek
one way or another
is their own
reaction
what is love
whom are we to be
in the circumstance of
some given affection
found meaning
found dependency,
oh such is a
dangerous precedent,
when off on our confidence,
the precipice
so very haunting and inviting
looms,
oh yes indeed,
seems frivolous
yet sometimes
our options are clear.
I cannot title my feelings in this gesture,
only suggest its less attractive adventure.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
the ‘b’ series
apersonaljourney - stories of love 