Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Mystery Of love

Who can say where it comes from?
Only that it’s there, when least expected,
thought to be rare if not obsolete

One night, the air a swirl of restless
dream and moonbeam, we are kept awake
by a tingling...an unsettling of the 
heart

the longing for another, also, searching
for a missing part

We scold ourselves, a thousand times

been there, done that, sought 
fulfillment in silly love rhymes

yet, compelled as addicts
in an opium den, together

we will try to write heaven again

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Paula Goldsmith December 29, 2023 at 10:36 AM Congratulations on being on the "100 Best New Poems" list for Soup. A wonderful write. I enjoyed reading this one. Have a great/wonderful day/2024 writing away.................

Anne-Lise Andresen December 13, 2023 at 9:56 AM - Doesn't sound "mysterious" but wonderful, Joe - love usually comes unexpectedly... :) - hugs Joseph P. DiMino December 13, 2023 at 4:15 PM Hi Anne, and always seems as if a rebirth, giving fresh sense of life and beauty. Thank you, my friend.

Andrea Dietrich December 12, 2023 at 3:57 PM Wow I love this. My fave for the day! Joseph P. DiMino December 13, 2023 at 9:02 AM Thank you, Andrea; you made my day. Blessings.

Hiya Sharma December 12, 2023 at 6:22 AM Very true, we never know when the melodies of love tune in with our heartbeats, landing us into a whimsical world of mysteries where every moment is a journey to discover.. And it may take several twists.. Well, love is truly a pure emotion which can't be controlled.. Sometimes like an addiction as you've described.. "compelled as addicts n an opium den, together", "we will try to write heaven again" That wish of changing every dark second into a beautiful sunshine.. So heartfelt this is! Joseph P. DiMino December 12, 2023 at 2:53 PM Hi hiya; the mystery of love, the wonder of love...the gift of love, priceless. Thank you my friend.

Hilda Greenhough December 12, 2023 at 2:29 AM A love poem that draws us into the mystery of love. I liked the last words. Joseph P. DiMino December 12, 2023 at 2:54 PM Thank you, Hilda; and each mystery is different, assuring that love will always be special. Thank you, my friend. Blessings.

Valsa George December 11, 2023 at 8:57 PM Wow... this is so beautiful. Love is a tantalizing emotion.... a true mystery that makes the mind at once restless and excited. We get addicted to that emotion somehow. No body can say from where it comes, but we know that it is there. Only when love resides in our heart, we can sing of love like this. Have a happy week ahead dear Joe. Joseph P. DiMino December 12, 2023 at 2:56 PM Hi Valsa; wonderful analysis. I think you get it...wishing you love eternal. Blessings my friend.

Mystic Rose Rose December 11, 2023 at 3:51 PM Ah, to write heaven together side by side like to sleuths of old, each holding the pen of the other, that is what life is all about, nice one Joe Joseph P. DiMino December 12, 2023 at 3:04 PM "sleuths of old" -- love that. I think, after all is said and done -- lived...love is probably the one thing we can all agree upon, that was worth the journey into discovery, and, given the option, the treasure we would want to take with us above all others.

Deb M December 11, 2023 at 11:24 AM A lovely poem Joe…..my heart always softens when addicts are concerned….so much pain! Debx Joseph P. DiMino December 11, 2023 at 1:54 PM Addicts of all kinds, money, drugs...and I guess...love for some, though that sounds too contrary. Thank you, Deb. Blessings.

Silent One December 11, 2023 at 7:06 AM well I feel love is an emotion that when we feel it we have no control over it.. I hope you can write heaven again and it does not involve opium.. or any other form or narcotic... Joseph P. DiMino December 11, 2023 at 9:30 AM Absolutely, I wish all no need for drugs...but, they can be a temporary blessing for those suffering severe pain. Thank you, my friend.

Vijay Pandit December 11, 2023 at 6:59 AM yet, compelled as addicts in an opium den, together we will try to write heaven again--yes indeed! Well said, my friend. Joseph P. DiMino December 11, 2023 at 9:31 AM Hi Vijay; another addicted romantic like myself. I think it is the soul of poetry. Blessings my friend.