Where does love begin, for I have often wondered?
Does it appear within the eyes, or come from the sweetest smile?
Does it emerge from gracious beauty, or appear in tender speech?
How can one be sure it exists, if it takes no visible form?
Yet my heart believes that love exists, in many grades of bliss,
From sweet affection to deepest love, where souls unite so easily:
This bond is great and profoundly deep, to elevate the heart so,
As two souls meet and live together and time endears them further.
All that is deemed good and worthy is surely influenced by love;
It sweeps away all that is dark and without the fairest virtue:
Something within is touched and changed, forever it leaves its mark
As love bestows its purity and gentle intimate caresses.
Can love be found, is there a way, to find its noble source?
Will love arrive and reveal itself in its romantic guise?
A glimmer of hope lies in this thought, which I shall hold awhile
Until my time of bliss arrives and confirms that love is real.
Written by Mark Woollacott
Saturday 9th August 2008.
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