On Love

Diamond Gatli
bourbonandbaconartshow.com

One can love
what he doesn’t
understand
Say God who is
unfathomable
by human thots
and is known
but by the heart

But

One will not
ever understand
the un`loved
Say poetry which
is written like
light of a distant
star when seen
thru bent mirrors

β€œI love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way
because I do not know any other way of loving but this . . .” ~ Pablo Neruda

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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8 Responses to On Love

  1. Pingback: For Love of Words | rivrvlogr

  2. rivrvlogr says:

    Thank you for the inspiration.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. my mind is the ultimate bent mirror

    Liked by 2 people

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