Love indeed is
Magical it can
Be seen felt
Or even tasted
It can be
Heard and said
Though itself is
Invisible what miracle
Such a thing
Is to be
Everywhere and
Nowhere at the
Exact same time
It’s always something
And never nothing
It’s always given
Often received frequently
Forgiven never forgotten
It’s sometimes laughing
Too often crying
You my dearest
Are that same
Love to me
My dear boy
In the grand
Scheme of things
Little things matter
Most
A gaze a
Wink a smile
A glimmer of
Something or someone
All the invisible
Things that once
Said or seen
Missed or misread
Go away poof
But the only
Thing that remains
Is what spawned
Them all this
Thing called love
And ‘Ti’s the
Season when there
Stands in the
Corner or window
A memory thing
Decorated with lights
And balls sometimes
Popcorn and cranberries
Or candles candy
And kitsch it
Sits quietly absent
Of fanfare given
To royalty surrounded
By baubles trinkets
Toys all surprising
I simply stare
Watching the lights
Dance and bounce
Me surrounded by
Loved ones both
Past and present
This the long
Awaited time of
The Christmas tree
One of the
Hardest things in
Life that I’ve
Learned is that
Those that love
Often and loose
Are plagued by
The memories of
Those sweeter times
At first those
Memories cause gut
Wrenching pain but
As time passes
The torture moves
From my mind
To my heart
Where they sing
The joyous songs
Of having loved
Bringing great comfort
Blond
Blue
Short
Play
Drink
Kiss
Ring
House
Lifetime
Happy
Garden
Betrayal
Heartbreak
Distance
Heartache
Memory
Others
Others
Forgive
Not
Forgot
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 