A Thing Called Love (By Rachel)

This love affair is in the brain It does not show itself outside. Does it exist? It can't be proved In any ordinary way. Unusual standards come to fore The heart, the soul, the memory. So hard to measure from without So effortless for you and me. The physical for now is naught So sad; no touch, not an embrace. No meeting eyes nor lips nor hands, A sense of love in endless grace There is no future plan in this Thoughts of a past, now long gone by A binding tie across the years Between two hearts a gentle kiss We leave the fate to knowing gods Of two whose thoughts merely transcend All boundaries beyond the odds To be together in the end. Presenting yet another poem by Rachel.