Poetry: The Mirror

by Liam

Love it’s branches spread

Wide since pre-eternity, laughed

As the intellect searching to understand, got stuck in a muck of words

It’s the lovers themselves who

Spin wordless amongst these leaves

Who shall share,

Know more, feel more of love

This is who they’ve become.

When love calls silently

it’s not words we hear

It’s the very universe which trembles

Heaven recognizing itself in the mirror of your own face

Smiles