1. WHO SAID THAT LOVE
Who said that love comes with bugles and clamor,
I have known it to be the silent kind,
The void that long mutes your ears,
The deafness a heartbeat leaves behind.
Who said that love blinds with fire,
I have seen it give the darkness sight,
The skinlight that gleams under desire,
The star that burnishes the solstice night.
Who said that love lives, love thrives,
I have known it to destroy and to deprive
The carnage, the strife to stay alive,
The love I have known doesn’t live. It survives.