Before Love, That Jolting Lilt
|Before love, that jolting lilt|
East of roses, in perturbed darkness,
Missing the eternal circumstance,
Yearning still, again, for that exploratory tilt …
Vainly would I fly into your heart
Afire, burning, consumed, expended.
Love is not an ending; nor does it end
Easily: becomes pith, becomes seed, starts
Needing, kneading, mid-desperation,
The long climb out of loneliness, turning
In hope, in anguish, in foolish expectation.
No two are joined except in painful learning:
Each frightened lesion closed for restoration.
|i didn't read it, but wow a guy wrote a love poem.|
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|i am a lesbian in nevada and i just loved this poem... i dedicate this poem to my lesbian lover, we've been together for 8 years now and we have two children...thank you fro refreshing our love for eachother again.|
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