No Other Way
by Odin Roark

Because there is a gentle pause of breath,
a narrowing of the eyes to see past the shadows,
the fragrance of peace without effort,
the feel of air as cool or warm as needed,
and sadness once shouted become melodies heard,
such becomes the sheltering nature of being love,
a sunlight that knows the dark only as tranquility,
an inner smile knowing no other way.

Love feels not a definition by others,
for something so personal,
has only its own understanding.