Of Love, Of Life, Of Passion

Of love I am no expert,
No data to quantify, no theories to verify.
I am a reticent whore,
A vain seeker, an explorer.
Taste the bitter, taste the sweet,
I make the meal of love complete.

Of life I am no judge,
No scales to weigh, laws to obey.
I am merely a thief,
Each moment I steal a great relief.
I glory in each breath,
A respite in thought of my immenant death.

Of passion I can not speak,
No words exist, no phrase nor list.
I am but a fighter,
A battling poet, an excursive writer.
Life and Love and are my sea and my sail,
but Passion, sweet Passion
Is my spirit's avail.

by
Margaret Silentfawn Smith