Are we then likely to reach a conclusion?
Must we accept the most basic defeat?
Can sweeping statements and primeval landscapes
Account for the strangeness, the passionate nature
Protecting and challenging glorious bliss?
Would life become simpler in subtle tranquillity?
Can we achieve such miraculous feats:
Claiming insight in marvels beyond our reach?
Is love that easy on those individuals,
Who worship or value one person for life?
Sentiments change when old fancies grow tired
But must we regard this as failure or sin?
Love is the fountain of deepest emotion
Dividing the minds but compelling the hearts
Nobody questions oblique fascination
When passions and prudence traverse a blank sheet.
Strangest of all is the blissful oblivion
That enters the heart falling deeply in heat
Nothing prepares us for greatness so forceful
That all painful facts fade away in the mist.
Irreversible joy precedes and prevails,
Throughout mischief or trouble, to light our days.
Thankfully harmony enters with wisdom
Winning the battle, that unhurried yearning
Never concedes to renounce or surrender
Even when stakes reach their consequent brink.
Courage and gallantry ever abound
Where heart and perception set forth hand in hand.
One core will certainly always remain
Where ardour, endurance complete our aim.
Accepting as true this one point is compelling:
The greatest of passions convey one real worth
Devotion grants all to the bravest of humans
Who dare to commit to the wonder of love
From Aspects of Love
Not long ago, Tim Taylor featured this poem on his blog. I want to thank him — and share the poem here
© HM Holten, 2014 (2019)