love in the heart

dear eternal presence 

if I ever become too pompous 

on my Path

remind me 

that words can never 

do justice 

to tell what love is 

that the minute I begin to describe it

language will fail

for love itself is

something else 

something more

let this undulating heart

this heaving bosom

this rhythmic drumbeat 

that has found space, held

in the center of my being

simply know it

grasp at it

dwell inside of its being

seek it

and may that be enough

for now 

until we meet again 

in the very next moment 

within the very next breath

upon next’s time