A poem that explores and implores the heart to yield its truth and beauty to love.
The heart holds answers,
if you explore.
But questions grow old and die,
when denied entry.
The passage to that beating rhythm
leads past a soul,
empty, seeking lasting fulfillment,
an endless hole.
I can see right through you
to a fertile place,
as expansive as a sea rolling you
eternally back to me.
Love is not love until love's vulnerable ~ Theodore Roethke