The Wellspring of Love
John Herlihy
Such feeling to which nothing can compare,
Either smiles or tears with nothing to spare.
From some deep well this emotion to draw,
As subtle and delicate as a tender cat’s paw.
From where does this raw emotion come,
Fresh bud on a tree that turns into a plum.
A pristine river drawn from life’s wellspring,
Purest of waters whose bursting bubbles sing.
Such raw sentiments that I never felt before,
Such rarified treasure now found in my store.
A mood so exquisite that it must have a name,
Emotion so personal it must never feel blame.
It is of the wellspring of love that I now speak,
To give and be given in return that I now seek.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Monday 7 April 2025
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