I Write of Love
I write of love, the kind that never dies
That gleams with beauty in a lover's eyes
I write of love, the kind that conquers death
That while it lives, it perfumes every breath
I write of love that grants its loved one peace
That opens passion's gate in sweet release
I write of love that changes not with time
That makes each day a taste of the sublime
I write of love that gives no cause for doubt
That guards its treasure, keeps invaders out
I write of love that takes over the soul
That gives of self to make the other whole
I write of love that thrills at lover's touch
That melts resolve while craving more of such
I write of love that draws the loved one near
That will protect and die for what is dear
I write of love that burns as it consumes
When bloom of youth has faded, it resumes
I write of love that rivals strength of sun
That glows brighter than stars when day is done
Would that I'd tasted such a love as this
A love that speaks in ardent lover's kiss
I write of love, for what else can I do
but wait and yearn to find this love in you.
Eileen Manassian
April 25, 2025
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