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