On Love Sublime
On Love Sublime
by Rick Rucker
Love is something very much
Personal, our hearts it doeth touch,
Once we feel it, there is a need,
Alas, one that some don’t heed.
A loved one’s loss can cause a void,
That our spirit cannot be buoyed,
Feeling at once cast adrift,
In our heart, there is a rift.
Waves of sadness try to make us founder,
But truly, we will be far sounder,
After having loved that time,
We can find once again a love sublime.
I keep thinking every minute,
Of the feel of love, and being in it.
Those who choose to not love still,
Are deciding to their heart kill.
If we encase our heart in ice,
We can still live a life that’s “nice,”
We won’t have a joy that will leaven
Never again will we feel Heaven!
I prefer, though out of fashion,
To live my life with all the passion,
That I can summon to the fore,
And search myself for even more.
I would rather hear love’s bells,
Than opt to live in Dante’s Hells,
Afraid to lose again,
Only breathing, but what then?
If my heart were ruptured by Love’s arrow
My flesh seared off, to the marrow,
All of these, I would brave,
Rather than be a knave,
Believing the pain of loss too much,
Who does shy away from Love’s touch.
Knowing I would die, on the morrow,
I would try for Love, not for sorrow.
Love is that thing most unique,
Having had it, we do seek
To regain that state for all time,
The feel of Love Sublime!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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