Phenomenon
Are we
then likely to reach a conclusion?
Must
we accept the most basic defeat?
Can
sweeping statements and primeval landscapes
Account
for the strangeness, the passionate nature
Protecting
and challenging glorious bliss?
Would
life become simpler in subtle tranquillity?
Can we
achieve such miraculous feats:
Claiming
insight in marvels beyond our reach?
Is
love that easy on those individuals,
Who
worship or value one person for life?
Sentiments
change when old fancies grow tired
But
must we regard this as failure or sin?
Love
is the fountain of deepest emotion
Dividing
the minds but compelling the hearts
Nobody
questions oblique fascination
When
passions and prudence traverse a blank sheet.
Strangest
of all is the blissful oblivion
That
enters the heart falling deeply in heat
Nothing
prepares us for greatness so forceful
That
all painful facts fade away in the mist.
Yet:
Irreversible
joy precedes and prevails,
Throughout
mischief or trouble, to light our days.
Thankfully
harmony enters with wisdom
Winning
the battle, that unhurried yearning
Never
concedes to renounce or surrender
Even
when stakes reach their consequent brink.
Courage
and gallantry ever abound
Where
heart and perception set forth hand in hand.
One core
will certainly always remain
Where
ardour, endurance complete our aim.
Accepting
as true this one point is compelling:
The
greatest of passions convey one real worth
Devotion
grants all to the bravest of humans
Who dare to commit to the wonder of love
From Aspects of Love
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Not long ago, Tim Taylor featured this poem on his blog. I want to thank him — and share the poem here
© HM Holten, 2014 (2019)
