Love of Loves

Love of Loves Those learned, speak of love as stages, for early on we taste of Puppy love. That giddy, teasing, whimsical love of early ages, I’ve felt, and remember that love. Oh how we recall our first true love, hours of talk, moon light walks, adrenalin heaven sent. Whether they’re near or far, our love, mere thoughts bring their touch, their scent. Somewhat later, love becomes real life, commitments of self to another. To shared dreams and children through joy and strife, the happiness derived compares to no other. Deeper than the heavens the love it gets, after experiencing time with a special soul. Years of sharing life’s trials and treasures begets, understanding, reassurance, and contentment untold. The learned few speak of love as stages, each different at separate times. Not believing, loves sharing space, but exists only in stages. Impossible that loves may intertwine throughout extended times. Few, fewer than the learned, a blessed few, experience many loves at once. A completeness of self, surpassing mornings covered in dew. This they live a life of, not just a moment, not just once. I know the Love of the few, the greatest gift before death, that song and verse long seek to trace. Love more precious than the very breath, this love, love of all loves is real,...embrace. Leonard Thomas Written October 23rd, 2000 © on Feb 11 2002 09:44 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8