The Sound of Love

The Sound of Love



There is no sounding of music like that your heart would sing
Of love that is found, in winter, fall or spring.

Heartfelt pounding, the sharing is on fire
With even expectant kisses, that stirs the deepest desire.

To have love and lost is but a well known sequel,
Unto a deeper love, that in truth has no other equal.

For the longing soul whose loneliness is surmounted,
By countless other souls and those not yet counted.

A little love here and there, however it is viewed
Should never be discounted or in essence, be misconstrued -

That all is love, with joy its promise of hope.
Silent now, this is true, but hopeful of its futuristic scope.

Of being fulfilled with the bells of love within ringing,
And with each season comes, a heart - and life - that is worth singing.

For with each gesture of love, is within itself, a seed of future fire,
That sparked because OF itself, can warm a cold world's desire.

Starting with a single heart, is this fiery seed true born
Into a world so cold, and so sadly torn.

If you disbelieve or if it will to you, aid,
I will gladly start by giving without a masquerade.

How wonderful when true love is found,
For the sound of love is - with every heartbeat - beyond itself - unbound.