Love.
Love doesn’t come
In the glint of an eye
Love doesn’t run
Or make you cry
Love hides in mysterious places
Amongst a crowd of a thousand
Faces
Loves finds it’s home
In peculiar spaces
Love is content
With quiet moments
The saddest days
Are when love
Cements
It strokes your hair
And dries your eyes
It listens and promises
To always be there
Love is a friend
Who sees your soul
And asks how can I ~
Help you to grow
Love won’t judge
It will never begrudge
Because love knows
It needs somewhere to live
What good are the trees
Without it’s leaves
And what of the sky
Without the sun
Love knows the answer ~
The trees will die
And the sky would be grey
And that’s why true love
Chooses to stay.
C.K.24
Stephen Atkinson
Sun 4th Feb 2024 15:41
A beautiful poem, Clare. 🌈