LOVE SECRETS, WHEN THE RAINS CAME
A poem by-Andre’ Hartslief-Tranquilpen
On that day, when the rains came heavily upon us
you asked me about my love for you;
about its depth, and breadth
and if at all, it were true.
Love of Itself is born of silence
and is carried in wordlessness; thus, language
will always fall far short in its explanation,
in its ability to describe that which is sacred.
In this inclement weather, what if, instead,
we stay inside; take the risk
and make time to just sit together,
and unashamedly, tell each other our deepest secrets.