Love

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” —Sophocles, Greek Poet Love The strong intensity, of primal love, He’d tossed from a tree, choice gift from above. She caught the apple in her snow white glove. As Newton’s gold fell, the cooing of doves. Soon, or later, a claddaugh surprises. Hands holding one heart in friendship sunrise. The crown under for better or worse skies. He’d be called for service…can’t say goodbyes. Farsickness - rains every day in their eyes. He longs for faraway places…she sighs. He carries one photo, but she - a prize. All his pain and suffering, worth the highs. No letters, Dear John or Jane, on the fence. They put their all in - survival intense.