My dearest love, above all things I love you.
My dearest love, I grieve, grieving for your absence, I live;
I live in shadow, and I do not feel, I do not feel, unless I give;
unless I give my love to you. Impossible love, love further
than the most remote place, your heart, impregnable fortress,
impenetrable forest, I seek the path to love you. Grace filled
heart, heart of roses, of color and thorns, grace filled love
filled with flying things and white light, love of sun, love
of moon, bent at the neck to receive gentle kisses,
eyes closed and full of tears, torn.
My dearest love, above all things I love you.


Live with me among the soft creatures.
The creatures with no horns.
The creatures who murmur.
The creatures who gambol
and who seek the safest, warmest places.


Live with me among the timeless.
The spirits of light and reckless perfection,
who have seen all things and who know all.


Oh angel of change, of light and of bliss,
I rue the day I held you in contempt,
short with my words, caged in my fear.
Oh my love, live with me in forgiveness.


I know you are tired.
I know you are weak.
The world has tried to break you,
to spill you, to wreak its wrath of waves.


I know you are poor, eyes filled with tears,
Surrounded by the riches of ease,
Struggling to maintain composure and dignity.


I know you are pure.
I know you are undeserving
of all this hate, surrounded
by enmity and confusion.
Oh let me spill my words.


I know I’m unworthy,
far more poor than you.


I know I have failed
to show the slightest
bit of courage, or to
suffer by your side.


I know I am a hopeless liar
who wishes to be the things
I perceive, with no effort.
Oh let me spill my words.


But I harbor hope within me.
Hopes like sunburst stars.
Hopes like beautiful madrigals
written in Spring, when Winter
is forgotten.


I harbor love within me.
Impossible love for you.
Love like winged angels.
Love like crystals who glow.
Love like power contained
in a circle in the warmest
belly of the world.
Far from loss and despair.
Oh let me spill my words.


My dearest love, above all things I love you.
It is you among all, whom I prize.


My dearest love, you have all of my warmth
admiration, respect, desire and joy.


All of my fate.
All of my destiny.
All of my force.
All of my days.


Even when you look away,
I will look near you,
I will look toward you,
to keep the worlds at bay.


There is only this:
the unfathomable secret,
our time. Our kiss.


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Stanley Gemmell
Love Poem (W/Distance)
10/12/2014
for violet