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

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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