Poetry

The Magnitude of Love

by Maria Franco
11/10/19
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When we see the magnitude of Love together
On the past and in the present
The way it used to be
Will always be on a high cherished rank
The way it is now is also as beautiful.

When the present years in a fast turn
Outdo the past years that skidded by
In a joyful ski to a diamond pitch
Our souls can only blush with the Jubilee warmth
The pendant of love having remained in place on the heart.

When the heart of one can feel before hand
The other present and in waiting
Before the eyes can view the scene
Before the feet can  cross the threshold,
This is the ultimate power of love.

When a poetic response becomes
A beautiful and total poem by itself
The wish of the soul gets fulfilled in time
Our hearts claims the words addressed to us
Our mind feeds on its review over and over again.

When we feel we have said it all
Is when we still have the most to still say
Romance never ends at any age
It gets better and better as the years come
The pure romance of the soul.

When the leaves fan and fall
With the fantastic autumn breeze
The musical wind sets the season
For a cosy winter feeling in our souls
And a nostalgic heat to keep us wrapped.

When the glow of love forms a fused light over us
The radiance of love is stark and clear
Our hearts are lit with the same light in our eyes
Where the glow of one falls on the other
I can see you in me and me in you.

The purity of love can be seen in the divine colour of love
When it is pure as water, pure as rain
Pure as the clouds, pure as the waves
Pure as snow and pure as the sparkling dew
But above all in the purest of feelings and true emotions.

When a twilight spell happens in real
On the day that it was seen  years ago
Truly the twilight meeting written about
Solidifies it’s role in destiny at last
In nature from above and in spirit on the earth
The heavens have now accomplished it all.

To really know what Love is in full
To feel love, wear love, be in love
To touch this deepest and raw gift of the soul
We have to take it from the Master of Love
For only He can teach Love as He did Love us
On this earth, on the Cross and from the Easter sky.

Maria Franco