Love is a dancing of very small things <br />Or river of madness without release - <br />A handful of moments bounded by wings <br /> <br />That carry us; an exquisite disease <br />We greedily suffer its blissful ache <br />Or river of madness without release <br /> <br />It's a serenade and the vows we break <br />In the heart of the storm, the pit of loss <br />We greedily suffer its blissful ache <br /> <br />And borne by love there's no gulf we can't cross <br />All that it brings seems especially true <br />In the heart of the storm, the pit of loss <br /> <br />An answering call that's suddenly through <br />Under our radar and under our skin <br />All that it brings seems especially true <br /> <br />In eyes that can't hide the smiling within <br />Love is a dancing of very small things <br />Under our radar and under our skin - <br />A handful of moments bounded by wings <br /> <br /> <br />14 12 11<br /><br />jim hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bounded-by-wings/
