Poem of Love for Anna Robson

Saturday, August 13, 2005, 09:30 am
Poem of Love

Free as the pirouette of the little girl on Christmas Eve,
Deeper than the lines on my grandfather’s face,
Higher than the tip of the eagle’s wing in flight,
Faster than the blink of a stranger’s eye,
Louder than the realization of rejection,
Darker than the corner of a lunar crater,
Stranger than the most awesome coincidence,
Quieter than the drop of a feather from above,
Hotter than a walk through the burning of the desert,
Gentler than the touch of a little baby’s hand,
Mistier than the look in a forlorn lover’s eyes,
Harder than the heart that will not yield,
Bolder than the fool who does not know,
Farther than the faintest star,
Simpler than the straightest line,
Is the love we will share…

Copyright © 2005 Keith Browne.

This was written on a Saturday morning in 2005, and it was written for my wife-to-be, even though I did not know her! (thereby explains the last line). Praise Jesus for answering my prayer, when I asked Him for her.
"What no one ever saw or heard, what no one ever thought could happen, is the very thing God prepared for those who love him." - 1Corinthians 2:9