How can love hold on so many years?
A passion lasts, we're told, no more than two.
Pleasure is more rich when passion clears,
Pouring forth from love to love renew.
Years of love can gather to an ocean
That reaches an erratic constancy.
When there's no wind, it seems bereft of motion;
Elated by a breeze, the waves run free.
No love can last unless there is the will.
Tapestries are woven by design.
Years pass and love continues, stronger still
For all the years of labor in each line.
In life, if there is one, then we are blessed,
For whom we can be totally undressed;
Take off our selves and find our spirits fair;
Hunger for sweet love, and it is there.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.