What mystery love is, thief of time
robber of sense, enemy of law
destroyer of judges!
Think not only of youth’s embrace
the marriage of two souls
or the old crones’ lament.
Feel the pulse in your voice.
Do not look for the clock to slow,
or dread each quarter chime,
love is not absent
or in your acceptance arbitrary.
It is as Will said, an ever fixéd mark
the DNA cannot be changed.
Love grows the shape you are known by
and change it must,
patterned unkindly by time.
Lest you forget,
remember mirrors are for walking through,
hesitate and be mystified.
Feel the pulse in your voice.
Love’s forever painting pictures,
stop to admire, enthuse,
but do not hold your breath.
Seek to possess
and loves’ mystery deepens the more.
Acclaim the changing tapestry of life!
Love has many faces
its heart must beat
in the pulse of your voice.
