Like a set of attuned bells,
chiming a soulful melody,
love must play on!
No arsenal of pain nor death
could ever silence it,
As long as there’s an audience,
willing to listen
To this symphony of symphonies.
melody
What Is Love
Love is:
A prop for the head,
For the eyes a visor;
For the weary a bed,
For taste an appetizer;
A rainbow arching
The sky of life;
A soldier marching
To a battle of strife.
A melody for
The soul to greet;
A welcome shore,
A haven, retreat.
A booster of heart,
A lifter of soul,
Both being parts
Of a wondrous Whole.
A soarer on wings
Hovering above —
All things earthly–
Such is Love.
Symphony Of Symphonies
Poem:
Like a set of attuned bells
Chiming a soulful melody, Love must play on!
No arsenal of pain and death can ever silence it,
as long as there is an audience willing to listen
to this symphony of symphonies.
Also by Maurice D. Sassoon
ALL ABOUT BRIAN, THE LION AND THE SUN, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
website: http:www.mauricedsassoon.8m.com
Love (Poem)
Love is:
A prop for the head;
For the eyes a visor;
For the weary a bed;
For taste an appetizer;
A rainbow arching
The sky of life;
A soldier marching
To a battle of strife;
A melody for
The soul to greet;
A welcome shore;
A haven, retreat;
A booster of heart,
Lifter of soul,
Each being a part
Of a wondrous Whole;
Like a spirited bird
Soaring on wings,
High, high above
All common things.
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