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(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

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Love's Journey

Searching for love, he walked the path
No traveler's foot had found;
Out of the fog emerged the form
Of a love, long silent and bound

In almost an instant, the spell was cast
By every word that he said;
I heard his voice, his plea for love,
Like a moth to the flame, I was led

For just a moment our souls entwined,
And our hearts became as one;
He sang his song of longing to me,
This journey could not be undone

Like a rose to the sun, my love opens,
He has only to call out my name;
My robe of solitude falls to the floor,
I surrender to him with no shame

Forever in my life, now he must be;
An occupant I so desire;
He is to me as the bee to the flower,
As the heat that belongs to the fire

Submitted: Thursday, December 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013


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  • Mike Barrett (12/23/2013 12:06:00 PM)

    Hi Lora, beautiful write. It's interesting to note that the warmth and blessings of the most intense human love still pale in comparison to the warmth and blessing of Divine love. Best of the season to you and yours!

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  • Brian Johnston (12/20/2013 3:33:00 AM)

    A lovely poem Lora. Certainly a 10+! ....I had a question though about the first line of the third stanza. It seems more tentative, less trusting than the rest of the poem but I don't want suggest a change. Just a comment for your consideration....... What man doesn't dream of such love?

  • David Lessard (12/14/2013 8:38:00 AM)

    Love's Journey is a road with many paths. Some winding up in dead end streets, some are like a maze and we get lost in them. Others are narrow and steep and dangerous. But some are like hidden treasures and we become rich in their discovery.

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (12/13/2013 12:47:00 AM)

    He is to me as the bee to the flower,
    As the heat that belongs to the fire

    a poignant reflection of the surrender in love!

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