The Gift
by 
Zettel
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Posted: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 Word Count: 103 Summary: It is perhaps a mistake to sexualise romance. Equally to romanticise sex. Here I may have done both. You must judge whether that is a third mistake. |
THE GIFT
This most ancient act of human kind
Echoes down the years
Born in need but lived in mind
It brings both joy and bitter tears
I am not alone before the void
It whispers to an open heart
Fear free dear Dr Freud
When love transforms two souls apart
This joyous dance of fragile hope
Transforms a selfish need
Into a gift of love
An act of selflessness not greed
This freely offered gift of love or even life
Immortality held for the briefest moment close
A peaceful space in a world of strife
An instant of eternity we cannot lose
This most ancient act of human kind
Echoes down the years
Born in need but lived in mind
It brings both joy and bitter tears
I am not alone before the void
It whispers to an open heart
Fear free dear Dr Freud
When love transforms two souls apart
This joyous dance of fragile hope
Transforms a selfish need
Into a gift of love
An act of selflessness not greed
This freely offered gift of love or even life
Immortality held for the briefest moment close
A peaceful space in a world of strife
An instant of eternity we cannot lose