Luv Poem by Derek Pape

Balancing on the edge about to fall into the abyss.

There is the fine thread of love.

It comes up from behind and wraps itself around me and pulls me back, saving me from myself.

Love is with out beginning, and without end.

It lifts me up and brings me closer to the essence of who I am.

In this world of the real and the unreal,

The seen and the unseen,

Love can bring to us our faith in each other.

Love is the real and the sublime.

Love is the beginning, the end, and journey in between.

Love marks our lives like the rings on a tree, and bares witness to our soul.

Love cannot be found, or lost.

It appears when we least expect it, but when we need it most.

Love defines us and gives shape to our lives, and meaning to our dreams.

Love is the passion, and the compassion.

True Love is without conditions; it cannot be taken, bought or sold.

In the stillness and the quiet.

When all is said and done.

There will always be.

Love