Derrida
you ask to talk in specifics
of that which cannot be described.
what is love?
i can give you dates
a time when i first saw him.
but the falling in love-
it is not named-
as much as it sits here
between us
in this moment
as it did then
and has.
I wrote this several years ago, but after having fallen in love with my husband, it is more true today than it was then.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
After watching a documentary about:
Posted by April at 9:13 PM
Labels: imperfect prose, poetry
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5 comments:
sweet....love is hard to describe...but yes it is there in between...
Very well done, April. Thanks for sharing.
That is beautiful, April! In words and in truth.
April, this was so sweet and tender and I love that you wrote it before but holds more meaning with your husband now...I can relate...God is good:)
it is not named-
as much as it sits here
between us
so. perfect.
yes, it just kind of sits, unleaving, doesn't it? love this. thank you dear april.
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