You don’t need to
write me a poem,
or pen me a song,
or bring me a fist full
of fresh picked daisies.
A mountain of possessions
will not persuade me,
nor will a watertight argument
convince me to your side.
The things I love the most
are not things,
so bring me your passion,
long for me in your breast,
swaddle me in gold compassion.
Your joyful laughter,
your melody
sweet and true,
is the dream
from which
I never hope
to awaken.
Written in response:
This is so beautiful, and you are so right, it's always the music, never the things. Love that ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I love that music is ephemeral.
DeleteThis is lovely.. how can anyone resist something like this... laughter before things.. the glitter of eyes before the sparkling of diamonds.
ReplyDeleteThanks, and I used to value so many more lesser things.
DeleteWhat a lovely love letter ~ I specially love this part:
ReplyDeleteso bring me your passion,
long for me in your breast,
swaddle me in gold compassion.
Good one Mosk ~
Thanks, I am torn between using the word breast or bosom. Oh well.
DeleteEww, leave breast in there. Bosom is such a weird-sounding word. :)
DeleteBeautiful poem.
I love it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed. It is NOT the things but the love that matters in the end!
ReplyDeleteThanks, and agreed!
DeleteBeautiful love poem, Buddah. That loving response so far surpasses any "thing" a loved one can give us.
ReplyDeleteThanks, and yes, the gift is not the thing, but rather the thought, the idea, the impulse behind the thing.
DeleteSuch a touching poem.. indeed love surpasses all :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, and yes it does!
DeleteNow that is sweet. That is what will keep love glowing.
ReplyDeleteGayle ~
Thanks and I love the word "glowing".
DeleteAh.. modern
ReplyDelete'science' suggests
now there are five
Languages of Love..
gifts.. acts of service..
touch.. quality
time..
and
words of
affirmation..
with not all
folks speaking
the same language..
gifts are just not a
part of my
language
either..
giving
or receiving..
as far as
concrete
stuff goes..
but the other
four i speak..
and learn
to expect
ZERO IN
RETURN..
and that is the
6th language
of Love.. Agape
Altruistic
Unconditional
Human Love..
as the
human
world
turns.:)
Thanks, and I couldn't have said it better myself.
DeleteHow lovely it is to share such great moments sensuously beautiful and rare. Great lines Mosk!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks, Hank. Yes, I am lucky I found her.
DeleteReally beautiful, Mosk.
ReplyDeleteThanks, MZ. Yes, she who inspired this is.
DeleteTruly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, and yes, she is.
DeleteAh, love. The true kind. My kids once gave me a gift box that had "The best things in life aren't things" printed on it. I still have it. Lovely, Mosk~
ReplyDeleteThanks, and yes, as St. Exupery wrote "what is essential is invisible to the eye."
DeleteAww. Sweetness itself.
ReplyDeleteThanks, consider it a pre-Halloween sweet.
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