Is it not for love’s amazement
that this world breathes,
far beyond ordinary dreams.
Touching the sky of hope often
with intimate moments,
such as the world has never seen.
Kiss me upon some starry night
held in high esteem,
as the fire of desire grows.
Like a rain shower bathing Earth
quenching our thirst,
for miracles in the universe of humanity.
This emotion known as human love
powerful as hope’s light,
cures hate’s contempt with faith.
Unseen by the naked eye often
through such acts of soul
in the light of day or night’s mysteries,
yet it’s torrid fire burns brightly
in the spirit of the world,
not scorching, but caressing
magically the hearts of all it touches. . . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021