LOVE
© 2001 by Carl Tronco

If God spoke to me
What language would he use?
Surely not words
For words are just pale shadows of experience

Through your touch
Your smile
Your eyes
Arms, lips intertwined
Whispers, cries
Sweet repose for an overburdened mind

In the softness of your eyes
A glimpse of the eternal
Past this place, this time, this struggle
I lie mesmerized
Content to enjoy the view