BENEVOLENT LOVE

Love isn’t just a feeling
It’s a melody of notes strung together in harmony
A piece of eternity carved into a beautiful form
An amalgamation of colours one running into the other
Fine threads of silk woven into warmth and sunshine
Moonbeams capering over dappled waters
Wetness creeping out of the corner of an eyelid
It’s the smile of the lover,
That has the power to light up your day

It’s the singing of birds in spring
The smell of freshly baked bread
The rustling of fallen leaves in the autumn
The twinkle of baubles atop a Christmas tree
The crackling fire on a cold winter eve
The colour red in all its splendour
The bare branches of a tree standing silent on a winter morn
Waiting for spring to come and caress it, cradle it, decorate it,
In bridal whites and peaches, tiny green leaves
Buttercups peeping out of the snow
Edelweiss braving the barren cruel terrain of the mountains
Tender like the kiss of dew on virgin grass
Untouched, untrammeled.

It’s the wrinkles on a woman’s face
Each one bearing testimony to years
Of patience and the feeling of being loved
Even today her skin blossoming into a rosy blush
Like the ruff on a peach still untouched
With the promise of fulfillment
Wanting to be picked devoured and enjoyed.
Love is everlasting, young and above all, kind…