Why I Love

Why I Love

Why I love him, I have not tongue to say.
More Buddha than Apollo, his masculine charms,
His temperament, March in quicksilver change.
Rather would I tend to loves long since faded,
Like an old Irish widow, dressing their memory
With virtues unearned, with innocence unknown.
But my soul stutters in the caress of his eyes,
His smile lights me like dawn on a summer rose.
In his rare laughter the Seraphim sing and
Every good thing I thought long dead in me
Spawns new roots, explodes new blossoms
Of sweetness, deeper in shade than bloomed
Before. In my heart’s Winter, he plants new Springs.

March 27, 2000


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to Why I Love

  1. PennyD says:

    I like this, it has so much inner self in it.


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