Poetry By
Jacqui Pack
Published on: 10/2/2013
True Love
The truth of love is held within the eyes, Not of the young, in passion's first embrace; Electric sparks that jolt the heart; the chase That ends in tumbled sheets and carnal sighs; Not summer days, spent chasing butterflies And gazing at a lover's perfect face At rest, against a grassy pillowcase; Nor in the angst of bittersweet goodbyes. The truth of love is captured in the tender Tears she sheds on days he can't recall a Face, or why she's come, or if they've met before. And when he falls asleep, she will pretend their Life's not lost—but vows to honour, love, obey, Which bind her tight, can't hold him anymore.
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