Giving love

• Lesleigh Matheson, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2006

Theres no phrase that hits no universe need bother to contend,

A trace of light too beautiful for words a prayer with no end,

Your breath on the wind a silent symbolic irony so sweet,

no clouds in sight no bitter good bye when you fall on nothingness beneath,

the cause i claim for the tender stinging pain,

for all the feelings one can reside in many a line do the words of love end in vain,

touch the hand that love has touched the chains that contend with the intensity of grief,

broken and rebound but open to belief,

the dance of dance and enemies of your sorrow the shopping mall of life,

where love begins with or without an end cutting like a knife,

heavens light descends not once gloomy it finds its way to you,

love takes over thrusting all its emotion over me and im lost for what to do,

i'll be your love suicide no matter how far i fall, where your love takes me,

the greatest love i have come to know is what one dreams to be,

i love you more with every cause, every battle, pleasure, pain and every dream

for love is not just a feeling but the task of overcoming and living for the unseen,