Love

There is nothing deeper than love,
bottomless pit of desire and despair.
The true connection that comes from the heart,
never dies.

An open heart gathers thorns and stones,
anything the storms blow in,
and love.
Sometimes you have to sort through the debris
to find the gems.

The light of love is shining from the window of my heart.
Love is never too early;
everything is a deep foundation for the future.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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