Love Made Me

Love made me shy when I wanted to sing

like bird song sonata with golden hue.

Love made me soar on the happiest wing

on grand sails of splendor through sapphire blue.

Love made me bliss like a new morning flame

like fingertips touching the hand of day.

Love made me bloom when you whispered my name

pressing my petals in pleasure to lay.

Love made me reflect upon every word

like a willow with sleeves in the river.

Love made me listen and listening heard

light strings of rain that made the leaves shiver.

Love made me fall like the folds of a gown

or the unbraiding of Rapunzel’s hair.

Love made me soft as a feather in down

or the sound of silence when snow falls fair.

Love made me spill all my secrets to tell

like the rapids of a waterfall vein.

Love made me blush like a rose in the dell

plucked by the wind in a zither of rain.

Love made me cling like a moth to the moon

or bottle-green moss in a forest square.

Love made me sweet as a meadow in June

whose fragrant flowers are scenting the air.

Love made me more than I thought I could be

and made me wish I was perfect for you.

Love made me silk like the silk of the sea

whose dreaming dampness was channeled for two.

Love made me drown in a backwash of tears

as if a thundercloud burst in my breast.

Love made me shoulder its shadow for years

like Atlas holding the sky in the west.

Love made me leave when I wanted to stay,

and my heart hemorrhaged on blades of grass.

Love made me waver as I crawled away,

and your silence shattered like shards of glass.

Love made me curl into bittersweet cry

like autumn leaves huddled in patchwork heaps.

Love made me still, with a yearning to fly,

like a child dreaming whenever she sleeps.

Love made me whole, and it made me divine.

Love encased butterflies within my heart.

Love made me weak; yet, it strengthened my spine

when the harvest moon dimmed its light to part.

Love made me turn for a moment undone,

halting in the hope of a sign from you.

Love made me numb as you set for the sun

knowing the sun would soon set in me too.

Love made me new as a garden in spring

or a river-washed range of desert sky.

Love made me a pen, whose point is to sing,

to tug loose the tears that wade in the eye.

Love made me a cloud to rain in my soul,

to drink in the ink of the ocean’s swell.

Love made me a petal and petiole

to rise in glory before glory fell.

Author's Note

Reviews

[William Liston]

This is so beautiful. As always, your words flow with such grace and wonder that I find it hard to believe that any human being could compose it ... it seems to have fallen from the heavens.
The way you illustrate the varius shades of love, its tender moments, its passionate moments, how it gives one courage, how it can tear one apart, how it endures ... is so vivid and enthralling that while reading, I found myself holding my chest. This may be my favorite of yours for (to me) it epitomizes your style - the poignant delicacy in your expressions, the abstract beauty of your descriptions, the sheer wonder and openness of your imagery, the etheral nuances that bleed through your every line ... I could go on and on.
The lines that especially struck me in this piece (though all of them were brilliant) had to be:

"Love made me a pen, whose point is to sing,
to tug loose the tears that wade in the eye."

Excellent work!

- William Liston

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Dear William,

Thank you for taking the time to not only read the poem but for taking the time to leave such a thoughtful, insightful, and beautiful review. I really appreciate the feedback from such an accomplished writer as yourself.

Linda Marie

[Paul Bell]

If there was a prize for originality. This would get it.
The music just set the tone to the journey of love and discovery. I could say a thousand other things.
But it might devalue your masterpiece. Glad I came across you.

[Abdul Aziz]

It's such a pleasure to see you still post online, Linda! As usual, your poetry is enchanting! The entire story of love, ostensibly the "love of a lifetime" is elucidated in such heart rending detail here, and the effect magnified so much by the music, it is quite hard to give any constructive criticism at this point. Let me just read this again to dwell in your mastery of this theme.

[Sami Khalil]

What a beautiful poem and music. So enchanting and out of this world. It is all done right with the right notes...:)...............

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, love does all these things....love the Rapunzel reference.....
but also how love makes us shy.....
i happen to be pretty outgoing and talk with people quite easily....but when someone comes along...and my heart beats in that different way...the tongue becomes tied.

j.

[GreenShoes]

Well, that was magnificent!

This line:
"to tug loose the tears that wade in the eye."
was brilliant.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Some lovely imagery. Love certainly made the words flow. 'Love made me a pen, whose point is to sing'. A clever and beautiful song too!

[Franky]

Great emotions, descriptions, and feeling! You are obviously in touch with who you are and what you feel. I am humbled by this piece.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Words cannot escape my pen or heart herein lies such beauty and art xx
Beautiful

[Lydia Shutter]

Absolutely beautiful love poem....and truly one that runs the gamut from sweet romance to bittersweetness. Your words are from the heart and show so vividly the dichotomy of love. Truly, this is a stunning write. Lydi**