P[e]NORAMA

Love is that which continues to shine even when everything has turned gray; the only thing on earth that is capable of upholding the right, and righting the wrong. It is the home that closes its door to envy, deception and betrayal; the arm that embraces truth, and the heart that pumps out compassion.

It is the mist that kisses away human troubles and pains, the rainbow that inspires redemption. Calm like the sunset, it is lovelier than Venus, and more powerful than Zeus. It is like the clouds we see across the summer sky — light, because it carries no grudge.

[First posted at LoveWillBringUsTogether’s Love Is…?, a discussion about the kind of love that “exists independently of our own self and can enter into us but is much, much more than we can contain entirely” as LWBUT puts it.]

//Sherma E. Benosa

21 May 2008; 1:17am

She floats like an eagle

And whispers like the breeze.

She soars high like hope;

She’s calm like peace.

She’s a storm when she rages;

A nightingale when she sings.

She is sadness when she wails

And bliss when she beams.

She is a small step that leaps;

The blood that travels in the veins.

She is a cool wind that revives;

A fire that warms and lightens.

She minds not the frail body,

She roams beyond the horizon’s end;

She dives into the depths of the oceans

And breathes out of the pools within.

Dainty like the clouds in summer

She is a flower, wild and carefree;

She is a raindrop in spring

Her beauty’s not for the eyes to see.

She is a touch that heals,

And a love that pulsates.

She is a melody that beats;

A poetry that resonates.

Inspired by a great post. Read it here.

//Sherma E. Benosa

12 April 2008; 3:02pm