Love is more than
A warm hand to hold,
When the hour is late.
It is more than
A dove’s fevered song
to her soul mate.
More than a gift
of delicate black lace
or a dozen red roses
in a perfect tall vase.
Love's hand is not
made of fine gold.
It's not the young diamond
Sharp edged and cold.
Love is not a white dress
Or fitted suit and tie.
Contained in a black box
An item to merely buy.
If love is anything, it is a home.
With strong brick walls,
and a smiling yellow door
that beckons and calls.
Inviting you to a place
That knows the balance
between affection and space.
The home is strong,
Made from a tear or two.
It cradles your person
On days the sky is more blue.
But through the stormy nights,
wind, sleet and snow.
You sleep with comfort,
Because all the while you know
The house is stronger.
It takes more than nasty weather
to make love falter.
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Thanks for reading :)
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Comments (4)
Loved this!
The message and flow of this poem were both great. I really enjoyed it
“Some days the sky more blue.” As always, impeccable work!!
Such beautiful metaphors! 🥹 Wonderful job, Meg! ❤️