Deeply moving and beautiful!

Hi Rula. I love this examination of the many, many facets of love/life. Satifying food for thought. Beautifully written, too. Thanks.

...and poetry becomes a living (but mortal) entity. Perhaps the sad thing is that life and love so frequenly fail to co-exist, the temporal and the timeless. A brush with the infinite perhaps, but this poem is immortal. :> You did write it Rules - it just failed to adhere to the 'usual' procedure - unprocessed, poetry in it's purest form.

Rula, this is beautiful. And yes, it feels like the kind of poem that would write itself. The repetition of the title reinforces the feeling of love for whomever you're speaking to. It flows so well, and with each repetition, there's a pause, ever so slight. I simply love this!
~Chelle~

This is so beautiful Rula! The repetition added so much to the piece and the last line was perfect!

the best pieces are not written but are those that come out of some unknown place within :)

And what an appearance it is....beautiful. As Mdme Massarella has said love simply is...

‘When I look at you’…..no words spoken nor any touch transacted causing this exotic consequence, a ‘look’ is capable of causing. The effect is complete. It can’t be a glance or any ordinary ‘look’. It’s a look, a love locked ‘eye’ alone can merge into and become one in totality. This poem doesn’t need any intellectual interpretation which always evokes words for its consumption. This poem can’t even be felt as I can neither see nor feel any out pouring or over flowing of emotions. This poem can just be sensed in those ‘looks’, those love locked eyes are imbued with, a bliss, an euphoria on a layer, deep. The ingredients are not just in the object of the look but it’s in the impression, the energy field, which binds the onlooker and the object. Look is a trigger, switching on the accumulators of this exotic euphoric bliss which is
‘A strange kind of joy
Washes over my senses’.
Love is a complex word, which hardly expresses anything, objectively. But when it is sensed and sensed is the joy of love, of belonging, the euphoria is indescribable, yet it’s simple and peaceful. One is in a different world away from the chaos and hubbub of daily world. And in this silence speaks love, wordless, in the look, ‘when I look at you’. These feelings hardly needs words as it can only be sensed when one is linked within, which links up a new world on a different plane, distinct and clear. A ‘look’, in oneness with the object of the look, so much that there is neither the onlooker, nor the object of the look but just this look which reflects life and love in its purest form. The immersion in those looks is so deep that
‘Eyes speak a language, absolute
Enveloping my being, wordless ‘absolute’…yes, it’s the word which speaks for the language of the ‘look’ which transcends all the known mediums of experience and communication. Is it just a ‘look’? Nothing needs to be said, expressed or communicated as one is so full of life. No words, no refined dreams, no tricks to justify living is needed as one is so full of bliss infused by ‘when I look at you’.
Yes, the time does vanish into notime ‘when I look at you’ and in the lightness of being one levitates ’heights immesurably’.
The sadness is one of the ingredients of this bliss. A serene sadness which pushes us in.
’ A strange kind of sadness
Holds me to my seat’ ‘LIFE is simply LOVE’
(obviously)
‘When I Look at YOU’.

Rula. The beauty of this, the simplicity, the ironic complicity of it...and then the author's note adds a magic that is just amazing. *sigh* You never, ever cease to amaze me. I found this on the favorites list and couldn't believe I'd missed it.