Love is a tiny speck,
that lights up puffy clouds,
awakens faith’s affects,
with a pure silent vow.
A paused drop of clear peace,
that cascades till it falls,
distant bells in the breeze,
that answer unheard calls.

Love will move deep inside,
and make hearts yearn for more,
intrusive event ride,
that clutches every core.
It lifts spirits up high,
until joy floats around,
then abruptly stops dry,
so all hopes hit the ground.

Love hurts, aches, also burns,
flows lava through frail veins,
as false illusions churn,
deceit laughs at the pain.
It flutters so quickly,
to reach destiny’s edge,
carries hearts back swiftly,
with an unspoken pledge.

Love is a lit ember,
flickers softly then fades,
drizzles chills and tremors,
melts into a tough stain.
Senses create fires,
that dissolve ingrained wit,
yet all drown in desires,
to return back to it.

Love is infinite light,
felt within every chest,
a soft touch that feels bright,
and withstand any test.
It’s the “maybe in time”,
that chases every goal,
preservation and climb,
that sprouts within each soul.

Love is felt through insight,
and at times can be seen,
it’s the dark and the light,
and the gray in between.
Eternally travels,
throughout the universe,
it lands and unravels,
to cure deep dire thirsts.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published November !9, 2022