Love Is More

 

I should write of love

Though I don’t feel it

But it’s more than feeling

You know that

When all the shiny parts have

Been rubbed raw

And not renewed just yet,

There is something harder

And more lasting

Like the core of many

Planetary things

Firm even when molten,

Moving

 

There is something better

Down below that rises high

Over the surface

That will restore

What needs restoring

And keep the rest

‘Til newer-older things than us

Gild everything like

Armor over flora

All renewed

More lasting, amazing-strong

In miracle of what was

Fragility in beauty

 

Such is the skin of love

Even now

That doesn’t always feel

Smooth but lasts

Though nether something-else invade,

Infect with thorns

 

Something better went

Deep first,

Invested in the marrow

The body will come back

The better parts, in fact,

Had never left

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Andrey Grinkevich on Unsplash

Meadowlark Botanical Gardens & Meadowlark’s Winter Walk of Lights, Vienna, United States

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