The Power of Love
THE POWER OF LOVE
The world says that love has many a
face,
and that it often burns out in the infernal fire
of passion.
Still, my world, when I hear the whispers
coming from darkness beyond,
the silent whispers of solitude, I know that I want
to meet her gaze again, peeking sharply and purely
into my heart, like sunshine peeks
through the windows of an orphanage, shall I recognize
the same face
from yesterday, that shone with purity and serenity,
just like I know for sure that a warm feeling
flows through my veins with my blood
when I see her
face.
Of course, it took strength to
meet with her, because, after all, the poet knows how to
celebrate
other people's loves, rather than their own. My solitude
had no need of me.
I didn't even need myself, and each
life
that has no love of its own is but a blunder,
and this is why I tell you, world,
love may have many a
face,
but I know for sure that one shines
for me.
Walter William Safar ©
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