Undiluted affinity

About this poem

Mid-morning while sitting on a chair at the front porch, having the dry air caress everything in its path. Yet in that moment of thick silence, the only thing that flashes as one lays down on the rocking chair with eyes closed is that which convicts us. Because trapped in our mind are thoughts that no one can fathom, and jailed in our heats are emotions that couldn't be expressed, especially that which is generally poised at the activities of individuals. Hence, love is the ultimate, and the extremes one takes to attain that which is of high value to him or her is really an enigmatic feeling. The thrive, sacrifice and the heart breaking response. But the truth is that love is mutual, although everyone sees love differently, the prayer is for a undivided affinity for each other. The peace and happiness afterwards saturates thy soul and the breath of fresh air, as the sun rays rest on earth, completes everything on a winter morning. Nothing compares to this, not in all of eternity. more »