Andre Hartslief
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.
Very romantic indeed.
To my Valentine, my wife: “The love for my lady Martha, is a gift that I treasure more with every passing day,
As time went by I found myself discovering more and more reasons for having had you as my Valentine for 44 glorious years.
I’m thinking about how wonderful it will be to continue being your Valentine, for the next 44 years.
Great poem for Valentines Day.
Thank you Teila, thank you for reading it and commenting.
Very romantic indeed.
amazing sharing weldon
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Thank you, Humayunpaki. I’m glad you liked it.
Very nice !
Thanks Woodywood143