A free verse poem comparing newfound love to aged love. |
Newfound love blazes, rages out of control, overwhelming all reason, bursting into fiery flames of red-hot passion demanding quenching until the next flare-up. Young love burns hottest, roaring and sparking, its flames leaping skyward, demanding more and more firewood be sacrificed to it to keep its fire from consuming itself and extinguishing after an outpouring of heat. Aged love that has lasted through the decades is a thick bed of glowing embers, radiating comforting warmth and contentment to its recipients, who know, while it may only rarely burst into flame, it shall last the dark night and shall keep away the chill for all the winter of their lives. The pulsating red embers of aged love are a reliable constant that warms the inner regions of one’s mind, heart, and soul, that never cools and dies until the deaths of both of the beloved. Fortunate indeed are those among the elderly who share aged love, for it is a never-failing bastion providing them with comfort and peace of mind. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |