Belonging

You have a place

inside my heart

that's yours and yours alone.

You have a grace

that fills my heart

and gives to me a home.

I see myself

mirrored reflection

in love that never dies.

I know myself

in dedication

in words that never lie.

We give ourselves

to name the song

of winged beats wanting more

to live, to love, to separate

the wheat from chaff swept floor.

I give to you

a serenade

the sweetest of my life

to take away anxieties

and all your pains of strife.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nicely rhymed poem about what love really means...it is "giving"---not concerned about what comes back to us...we give love freely...and if it is good love it will take away the pains of strife.

jacob

[Botania]

Yes and somehow makes things ok. Thank you for reviewing.