To my darling friend,
Who has found
Unlooked for love
And is
Afraid.
‘I really, really, really like him! It’s scary.’
His lips brush hers
Grazed by teeth and tongues.
Eyes seek the other’s
Lurching into the depths
Of passion so profound
It tingles like touch paper,
Lights up like fireworks.
Onlookers gasp
And are reminded
By the glances,
The hand holds,
The secret smiles,
… if they are lucky.
Yet unlike fireworks,
This smoulder may never stop,
But develop into the soft glow
Of a friendship,
Started before passion’s presence.
Fortitude helps feelings
Embed, so time
Makes them only richer,
More wondrous,
As you move together
To meet the other.
Relish every instant,
Enjoy the emotion,
Make the moments memorable.
Don’t be scared,
Be happy, happy, happy.
What are those who cannot
Let go?
Who live lives of regret
With ‘if only’ and ‘what if?’
And the poorer for it.
Would it last only a mote
In the magnitude of mortal life,
Each precious second
Is for you.
It is for you.
A desert needs
Only water to grow;
The seeds are
Hidden;
Nurture them,
Let go.
Make love welcome,
Love it,
Be it.
Take your chance
Now is not the time
For a backward glance.
Polly Robinson © 2012
