A Love Poem

I wrote this poem over two years ago.  Tonight, I find myself enthralled by the truthful expression that it was and still is for me.  And so, beloved, here is a piece of my soul:

What is it in the eyes

More can be spoken in one moment

Yes, just one instant

When two eyes meet

Than could ever be expressed through words.

Your countenance is at rest

Yet your eyes

Oh, my friend!

Your eyes tell a story

Of depth and longing

Truth and passion

Reaching inside of me

And touching my soul with one glance.

We have relegated lovers to those who marry

Or those whose love fits within the confines

of our comfortable borders

But what of the others?

For the sake of jealousy and possession

For safety and fear

One love, we say.

One to whom you may give yourself.

But what of the others?

What of the lovers of my soul?

Yes, my soul does have lovers.

One whose eyes captivate me.

Another whose passion enthralls me.

And still one more whose very presence

delights the deepest part of me.

Only one lover, we say.

The heart has no such boundaries.

 Blessings,

Serafina