In honor of Valentine’s Day, I post my “true love” series which includes four poems I wrote between 2000 and 2003. At the time I wrote these I was trying to answer the question “how do you know when love is true?” Joining true with love seems redundant to me today.
If it is indeed love, then of course it is true.
True love
Does not wait
Does not hesitate
It moves confidently
Gently urgently
Into the night
Whispers the truth
In the quiet chambers
Of the heart
Sings as a child
Uninterrupted without reservation
And the world’s greatest lovers
Dance to its voice
True love is
Unforced unformed
Unimagined before its arrival
Immediately consumed
And celebrated on its first meeting
True love
The love of changed lives
And miraculous beginnings
Cannot, will not
Be ignored
It is the ceaseless beckoning
The playful knocking
On the window of one’s mind
That keeps one awake
Into the new day
Breathless with the anticipation
Of one with whom life
Is no longer conceivable without.
© Julie Stevens 2000
JULIE ANN STEVENS 