Fast

My fast-born love for you is warm and strong,
But who can say how warm is warm,
And who can know how strong is strong?
It’s warmer, oh, than a gentle, warm June day
That skips in easy comfort right along
With light of joy about the lips at play.
It’s stronger than a flame of brightest sun
Because it needn’t burn to have love won.
My fast-born love for you is warm and deep
And slow it dreams you in warm, warm sleep.
It dreams we’re talking, walking, hand in hand,
And wakes to find us glad’ning eye to eye,
In love with space between us where we stand,
Because we know how fast that it can fly.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s