“Love”
What is love?
Is it the rapture
That elevates the soul
Like the emergence
Of a spring dawn?
And fill the heart
With a sensation
Like no other
It has ever known?
Can it be the blossoming
Of a summer’s rose?
Or the repetitive echoes
Of a newborn baby’s cry?
Perhaps it is the warmth
Of a mother’s hand
That wipes away the tears
From an infant’s eye
Who is wrought with pain
It can not explain.
He is a retired postal worker and military veteran.
Moore is a member of Poets United to Advance the Arts.
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