This one is one I wrote a few years ago. To be in love is such a wonderful thing, it is like the entire universe making sense for a fleeting moment. It is a beautiful magic, that only a name could stain. It seems we like the idea of love, and we want to make love not war and have mottos of Peace, Love and Truth. Yet love doesn't always arrive in ways we expect or in ways we approve of. Love at the wrong time, love with the wrong person, love in the wrong season, is stained by the lable we apply to it. Words like Puppy Love, Lust, Adultry, Interracial, Mixed-Faith, Gay , December - June, and other words are used to describe love that doesn't fit the model we had laid out before us. Why can we not rejoice that people can feel that giddy dancing on air, permanent smile kind of love, and not try to make it something bad? Love is what happens while you were making other plans.... ( sorry for the paraphrase of John Lennon) I couldn't help it. lol
To people who love and all those who love them...... to me and to you..
Stained by a name
A love so tender and sweet
hearts joining with one beat
a word, a touch, passion grows
tenderness that only you know
a fantasy, but so very real
about how you make me feel
hearts once touched, never the same
a beautiful magic, stained by a name
so sad, yet love fills your heart
reaching to me to play my part
so many you reach out to touch
and many love you very much
my heart whispers to let it live
love not diminished by what I give
blest to have such a loving friend
pained by the guilt that begins
longing to hold your hand in mine
look into your eyes soft and fine
to hear your voice start to say
if only for a moment, someday