—There are Loves as Sure as a Thing

There are loves, as sure as a thing


That, like beauty, explains a flowering tree!


And loves that explode with such splendor as a star


Of which everyone is entitled to---its bravura!


But what is love really,  if it's more than just adjectival?


Like a consummated marriage, it's not defined!


Because not one has ever managed to ask I!


Not one could have ever sculpted a man or a woman


Like the hands of God, the Creator of the Universe!


Memories only linger, and time must be forever,


And thou art genuinely is without compare


To Nature's golden leaves; that to bar---


The Unforgiving Rain, dampens each trunk


Just as the rivers, they ripple because it's right!





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