How to contain the blossom of dreams,
The beginning of life, or a fire's first spark. .
How to maintain composure, and poise
When morning's first light has smothered night's dark-
How to express ones deepest emotion,
Whether it's anger, or depression, or love,
How to captivate the purest devotion
Without the most perfect word to speak of. .
When love has risen and absorbed all truth,
From around you, and then deep inside,
How to convey the passion within,
With the tradional word 'love' to abide?
Such words could never express this passion. .
No matter how often they're spoken;
Like how nothing could ever keep me away,
No matter the times I've been broken.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012