10 January 2012

The First Wave

Of what importance is it
To me whether the reality of depth
In infinite or infinitesimal,
If I am still inundated by your smile,
If I still drown in your eyes?

Love is.

I bathe hourly in your sweetness,
Dive daily into the bottomless pools of your eyes,
And am eternally transported, floating
On oceans of you.

Love is.

For this is reality
That I drink of you, float in you,
Drown in you.
This is infinity
That you flood me, lift me, inundate me,
Carry me away.

This is Love.

Love is a wave.

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