My Santiago

Give me Love (1)

Give me the beauty of youth, love, The fingers thrill - touching

Eyes across - the - room Beauty of youth, love.

Give me the tenderness of youth, love, The first electric touch Hands - on - a - curve

And the symmetry of bodies As they meet and fit, love.

Give me the abandon of youth, love, The first tentative meeting, That knowing - she - is - yours feeling And the running - home - in - rain - aftermath Touched to the core that love has found you, love.

Give me the chemistry of youth, love, The wondrous certainly Of the rightness of The way it feels With that one person Picked out of 8 billion, love.

But then give me the earned beauty of age, love, The pathos of time ebbing, life etched in a face And the certainty of a love

Hanging tight over pain, sickness, and all that came before, love.

Give me that love too, That only springs from youth’s first buds, Sequel to the first glances Hands touching - running - home in - the - rain, love.

Now, give me the perfection of that love Blossoming into great loves, That earned - through - pain, love, That blessed with - children - family, love, That growing - old - together, love, Where words are tame, And looks speak when words fail, And where souls - now - fit those curves, Just as well as bodies - used - to - fit, love.

Give me all these loves… Touched - taken, broken - shaken, mended and quietly unpicked, Thread by intricate (life) thread.