Love knows neither clock or calendar
Love is not bound by place or even by touch
Love is before we met and beyond our being
Love is the crane who patiently waits and the snail who’s never late
Love is the unicorn prancing in the moonlight glowing
Love is the song made visible
And the silence in between
And love is the redbird in the sky
Upon a feathered wing
Love is the honeyed treasure of the pollen searching bee
Love is a whisper that journeys in the breeze and finds its way to the very heart of me
Love is the silk that weaves miss spider’s web
Love is the lace crafted of cotton thread
Love is the hand that holds the needle
Love is the needle that stitches the cloth
Love is in the breathing
And in the letting go
Love is pure and gentle
As soft as the falling snow
Love is September’s brightest yellow
Love is October’s bold tangerine
Love unfolds in twilight
And warms with the setting sun
November love is deep wine red and readies the soul
For December’s gift that is yet to come…
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ellie894 November 28, 2021
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