All we remember in the end
We look and search in terrotories unknown
and hope to find completion and safety
but most of all love where we are at home
because love is all we will remember in the end
often the easiest route to travel looks fine
so many excursions we choose to take
along the confusing crossroads without a sign
to find the fullness of body, mind and soul
but someone told me and I believe it to be true
when you stand before choice between easy and arduous
always go for the more difficult choice before you
it will take you to places of pleasure and pain
and somewhere along the way that seems scary
you may find the rock that will fit into your heart
sealing the hole and you will not have to be wary
as you see your reflection in the other's eyes
then perhaps the search is over for a while at least
and bathing in the glow of being home
the feast of bodies united in love, aloneness ceased
the love is all we will remember in the end.
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that's the meaning of love,
the ying and the yang :)
nice poem killea,
killea: Thank you, Marc
I love this one very much, thanks killea!
killea: Thank you so much, Lucky
An emotional, beautyful truism. Well done MIQ!
Love and XXX BH
killea: Thank you, BH
Words of gold.
killea: Thank you for your fine FB
killea: yes Jan, I think it is!
Reminds me of that great Sinatra song: Love 's been good to me.
killea: Thank you, Greta
killea: Thank you Angelface
a poem to remember June..
killea: Thank you Liefie
Enjoyed reading your words...
greetz from Acronian
killea: Thank you so much, Acronian
killea: Thank you sweetheart
Ik weet van niets.
killea: Thank you M
I know you dont
Prachtig dit werkje, echt goed neergezet.
groetjes en graag gelezen.
killea: Thank you so much, otiske