Poetry: No Finer Love

Let philosophers and 

poets squander
Their gushing words

about love –

But Love’s denied those

who wander and
Heed the trumpets of

conflict blowing

 

Love is affinity to

the 10th degree
The willingness to be

closer than close
To occupy the same

space and agree
Like a sun ray agrees

to be the rose

 

Love is not a Valentine

– chemical Body game

gambling with tragedy
Love the godly state of

body and mind
Is me being you

– you willing to be me

 

No finer love awaits the

human race
Than two enlightened

souls embracing
Each other’s here and now

– each other’s time and space

 

E. Laurence Bake