A Stirring In The Heart
for H and P
Hope is but the alkaline soft part
for firm foundational belief,
however thoughtfully construed,
hope seldom leaves a stirring in the heart.
Acquainted with a peaceful void,
well dressed, you stop and travel on,
acquire depth in crafted words,
so truthful yes, but of great love devoid.
Then Love itself, more powerful than doom
strikes home as silently as fall of night,
and noisy as the pampered sun,
Love tests each hopefully cared for room.
At last Love shouts, “My bed is here!”,
demands its mattress turned, its pillows plumped,
but suddenly throws off the sheet,
leaves bare the brilliance where you two meet.