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Love Unspoken
by Linda FullerShe viewed herself as soft and grey, a dove
whose blood ran slow, serenity attained
through isolation; but she felt constrained
so one day dropped a figurative glove
which went unclaimed, until a subtle shove
of figurative toe deftly explained
the gesture to a youth, as yet untrained
in matters of the kind implied hereof.
Though far from being slovenly, her hair
sprang from its pins and tumbled; so did she,
by happy chance in clover, under him
where much frivolity ensued. A prayer
was hatched in hearts; she clove to him, and he
to her, their unity and joy a hymn.
03/31/2012 Author's Note: Written for the most recent challenge in Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought, where the challenge was to write a sonnet about love without mentioning the word 'love' in any of its forms.
Posted on 04/01/2012
Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller
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