Love is a fairy thing
fragile..
woven together with soft whispers
a sweet caress
a lovers tender kiss
Loves lace is complex
a weaving of tears and laughter
sorrow and joy
held lightly together
with thin strands of trust and hope
Loves lace is intricate
strong enough to hold children, friends and life
in its delicate grasp...
a filigree of joy
Loves lace is forgiving...
it gives without breaking
Healing easily
when two hearts are willing
to mend the tears anger has wrought
Hold it tenderly..
Keep it always
wrapped gently round those you cherish...
a fragile gift..
this lace of love
But after that surreal excursion, yes, I loved the delicate weaving of images in this poem.
Very fine indeed, Eileen.
Only one small point.
In some of your verses, you use "Loves" as a possessive. In these instances, it should be spelled:
"Love's"
Thanks
Richard Vallance