Sail Sweetly
Love is what makes life splendid.
Perhaps it is hormonal? – Nothing but the flooding of the brain with neurochemicals? Perhaps it is merely a biological device to ensure pair-bonding, breeding and the care and upbringing of children? Perhaps we have no choice?
But then I am a romantic. I believe in love and friendship.
I feel that the feeling of being in love makes the whole world a better place.
Love is real.
There is nothing better than love.
The trouble with love is that it changes. That first madness of all-consuming passion gives way to less turbulent waters. Many leave the tranquillity of those calmer seas in search of the stormier tides – they become serial lovers. Yet I cannot help feeling sorry for them as they rush in search of their daily jag. They are missing the depth, the continuity and security of lasting love – it means more.
The beauty of love is that it is elevating, it makes one greater. There is a melding of minds, a growth of possibility.
Love creates the drive to nurture and protect. Lovers are immersed in each other and adrift from the world. They live in their own universe, safe within each other’s arms.
Sail Sweetly
Sail sweetly through your dreams, my love,
Encased in the warmth of my embrace –
Surrounded in a golden cocoon
Of splendid caresses;
Safe within the refuge
Of my thoughts.
For the sweetness
That we shared
Has encircled us
In radiance sublime.
Opher 13.1.2016
You did say you had some Irish in you, didn’t you.
Yes – and Scottish!
It’s the Irish romantic in you, I guarantee that. I have known how romantic they can be, well some.
I have my moments.
I bet you do.
All life is romantic in one way or another.
Can’t fully accept that, some of us would not describe it that way.
I think it depends what you mean by romance. I guess I was being too flippant.
Sorry Opher, just thought about that and did not mean to sound that rude. “Sleep Warm”, I am off.
Night Anna.
Lovely poem, Opher, especially knowing you have been with your wife all these years. Very sweet. <3
Mary
Thanks Mary
I like the way Roy Crofts said it: “I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.” Very reasonable. But your poem is much more romantic!
Thanks Cheryl. That Roy Crofts poem is beautiful.