185. Not Love Perhaps - A S J Tessimond

[Lee]

Not Love Perhaps
A S J Tessimond

This is not Love, perhaps,
Love that lays down its life,
that many waters cannot quench,
nor the floods drown,
But something written in lighter ink,
said in a lower tone, something, perhaps, especially our own.

A need, at times, to be together and talk,
And then the finding we can walk
More firmly through dark narrow places,
And meet more easily nightmare faces;
A need to reach out, sometimes, hand to hand,
And then find Earth less like an alien land;
A need for alliance to defeat
The whisperers at the corner of the street.

A need for inns on roads, islands in seas,
Halts for discoveries to be shared,
Maps checked, notes compared;
A need, at times, of each for each,
Direct as the need of throat and tongue for speech.

[Lee]

A very beautiful, quiet love poem.

[Angela]

Lovely, just in time for Valentines Day .

[Hilary]

Another one that always brings tears to my eyes. I suspect that most people who start off "in love", if they are lucky, end up with this quiet, stable "loving" that stands the test of time