What is love? / Ano an pagkamoot by Eden A. Avila

What is love? / Ano an pagkamoot by Eden A. Avila

                                      What is love?...
                                             A beautiful stirring
                                                 of the young heart,
                                                           a sudden glance, a smile,
                                                                           a gentle touch. 
                                                                            The fast beating of
                                                                              the heart,
                                                                            the quickening
                                                                           of one's gait
                                                                               to see one's beloved.
                                                                    It's the silence shared,
                                                              forgetting the time,
                                                       for nothing else matter
                                                            but to be with
                                                                  one's beloved.
                                                                    The sweet " I do's "
                                                                         Oh, love so sweet
                                                                               and sublime.
                                                                               The voice of the first born,
                                                                                       the gentle hands clinging,
                                                                                   caressing your face,
                                                                             The walks under the paling light
                                                                        of the moon, the moon
                                                                             in the warmth of the sunrise,
                                                                   in the beckoning shadows
                                                               of the sundown,
                                                     on the soft, rough
                                                           sandy shore.
                                                                 The days, years
                                                                       spent together.
                                                                      Until the unseen moment,
                                                                     The sudden grief of parting,
                                                                       The silent tears that fell.
                                                                       The silence, this time
                                                                                         so lonesome
                                                                                         Moving on!
                                                                              Still a decision of the heart.
                                                                                     It's the twinkling star
                                                                                            giving hope...
                                                                                                      and strength
                                                                                                     creating a newer
                                                                                           a newer sound
                                                                                     of laughter,
                                                                             a vision of
                                                                         another dream.
                                                                  The joy in one's heart.
                                                                      That one secret
                                                                           magical, mysterious,
                                                                      wise, wild,
                                                                        funny, foolish
                                                                                An ambitious,
                                                           void in one's heart.
                                                   The thing most beautiful,
                                                          untouched, unseen,
                                                                  but felt.
                                                          That is love
                                                          The river of life.



Editor’s Note: This is an illustration of the author stressing a point in her discussion on the relevance of inclusion of poetry in the educational curriculum on Literature. Originally a shaped poem as earlier published here also written by the same author, but because of the global formatting generally applied on the poems or Rawit-dawit appearing on this section, the shape may not visually render across browsers properly as originally intended.Unless not specified, All Rawit-dawit (Poems/Poetry), Osipon (Story/ies),, and Footnotes appearing on this Section / featured channel are copyrighted by the author.

Eden A. Avila


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