Thomas Cusick Poet Prose Poetry

Love Is

Love Is

Love is a feeling which reveals the heart,
It's the selfish heart which refuses this revealing.
To cling to the fear of reaching out
Is loneliness in the truest sense.

Love is a force which breaks asunder
The walls surrounding a thirsting soul,
Reaching within to fill the void
And to dry the tears that one has cried.

Love is a light which shines into the darkest dungeon,
Bringing peace and hope to the prisoners locked within.
Yet the prisoner bound by the rusted chains
Would rather he should perish than to know his freedom.

Love is a song which floats on gentle breezes,
And gladdens the heart of the one who would receive it.
Yet woe shall fall upon the very being
Of the one who would dare to smite the hand
Of Love.

Thomas Cusick

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L'Nass Shango February 5, 2010 at 8:56 AM Love is so many things, but is not known without the lover, and it is sung without the poet ... love this. Welcome to poetry soup, the home of poets and friends, and I shall be honored to have you as more friend. Keep writing, friend