What Seems True
Don’t need a treat my lady fair,
Or lavish sex that walks on air,
What steals my breath? The soul of you!
The faith you bring that love is true!
Your very presence fosters visions
Birth to hopes few dare to dream,
All expectations now decisions,
Evolution’s fated scheme.
There’s magic in each new beginning,
Void gets fractured, fusion’s heat,
A star is born, and space is winning,
Entropy seems in retreat!
Pure poetry is God’s own heart,
Though man, His child, is given part!
A woman touched, God’s will, His voice,
(As Love is born in human choice!)
Brian Johnston
24th of June 2018
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