Love is like a living cell— <br />it parts itself in two <br />and each new created love <br />Is a brand new part of you. <br />If creation is immortal <br />And a thing forever new <br />Then the love that you create, <br />It must be immortal, too. <br />So, when your life is over <br />And your days on earth are through, <br />The love you leave behind <br />Is still a part of you. <br /> <br /> Herb welcomes letters. <br />You can write him in care of: <br />The International Poetry Hall of Fame <br />1 Poetry Plaza <br />Owings Mills, MD 21117<br /><br />Herbert Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marty/
