The Tapestry of Love

 The Tapestry of Love.

They say opposites attract, a cosmic dance,  

Two souls, poles apart, in fleeting glance. 

One's fire, one's frost, yet sparks ignite,  

A hidden flame that burns through night. 

 

Is it shadows of parents, echoes of kin,  

Grandparents’ laughter woven deep within?  

Or something quieter, a secret core,  

A mirrored self we have not seen before.

 

Not beauty alone, though eyes may sway,  

For time’s soft hand will steal it away. 

Yet love, true love, sees beauty still,  

In wrinkles deep, in heart’s own will. 

 

A spark, a glow, no reason clear,  

A pull that whispers, "You belong here."  

In silence shared, in quirks that blend,  

In opposites who become one friend. 

 

It is not just form, nor fleeting youth,  

But souls entwined in timeless truth. 

A fullness blooms where love takes root,  

Its colours bright in life’s pursuit. 

 

So let them say what love should be,  

A riddle, a spark, a mystery. 

For in its weave, both same and strange,  

Love holds us fast, through joy and change.

Love is something discussed  and discussed and each of us has our own opinions in what it is and how it comes about. In the end each of us comes to our own conclusions. The poem above has within it many of my musings on the subject.