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Fate in Breath
05 September 2006

They call it love, others say amour
that beauty, a word, or alluring to share
Her eyes, his heart, souls of fate in breath

This planet of islands, continents and sea
water in oceans, able to travail, warm cold and free
Such passion, memories of a midnight to dawn

They call it love, some say hate
so what was one, another than two
A coupling in conquest, the mourning due

Sadness and loneliness, this place to dwell
or was it flowers of scent to encounter
Her body of aroma, his stench, beautified

Lost and out of touch, found and all at sea
this place so damn small, how big could it be


“A new commandment I give unto you, That ye
love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also
love one another. By this shall all men know that
ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.”
John 13: 34-35 KJV


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares