Your love is the rain from a clear blue sky,
My love is the worm who flees from it.
Your love is the mountain that watches the plain,
My love is the storm cloud split by it.
Your love is the ant that runs up a tree,
My love is the boy who will squash it.
Your love is the wind that whistles with secrets,
My love is the ears that don´t hear it.
Your love is a crease at the edge of a smile,
My love is the heart that aches for it.
Your love is the darkness of a moonless night,
My love is the child scared of it.
Your love is a ceiling, so quiet and wise,
My love is the eyes that stare at it,
Your love is the love that is whispered from lips,
My love is the man who can´t have it.

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Puppet

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.