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what is this thing we call love
how does it feel when we think about it
how do we think about it when we feel it
we sign letters to each other in xoxo's
or straight out
"love"
and a stilness always opens in the air
and i "see" you
with my heart,
not my eyes
and i touch you
not with my fingers
rather my soul
what is it we have?
I am coming to the point of ..
needing to know
uncanny

SWH
12.11.09

posted by Steelwindhorse

perhaps it is one of those things in life that we are meant to enjoy without questioning. thanks for sharing. --PJ

posted by Pajarito
over 2 years ago

If one can feel fingers AND soul for a long, long time, hopefully a lifetime, you've really got it.

Your poem reaches the mysteries of love. As most of us know, there's nothing like love new and old alike.

posted by gorillagaurd
over 2 years ago

love IS that big "?"
but to be able to trust enough, trust ourselves, trust another and step farther and farther out into the space between two hearts two souls
that must be love

posted by hobbit53
over 2 years ago

*smile* love simply is....

posted by Ann274
over 2 years ago

I would give my right arm to be in "IS"

posted by Steelwindhorse
over 2 years ago

maybe one begins by giving their heart first, instead of any of their extremities.

posted by Pajarito
over 2 years ago

"truth precedes love"

posted by Ann274
over 2 years ago

I think you've got a great title here, with a terrific follow-up addressing one of the most tantalizing mysteries we human beings are likely to encounter. GOOD poem!