Analogies for Love

Alan harris

Is love a light beam we shine

upon our chosen few of heart,

reflected by them upon us?

Or is love an inner sea

contained by, yet containing us,

in turbulence or pleasing calm?

Does a new mother perceive

in her baby's trusting breath

the force of a new volcano?

As a cup that cannot explain its tea

or a husk that fathoms not its corn,

I cradle love as an infinite infant within.

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