FIRSTHAND
Don’t ask me about

what do I know?
Whenever I think it’s in my hand
captured at last,
I open my hand just
to look / to reassure myself
my hand “appears” to be empty,
so although I can “feel’
love’s presence
I cannot tell you about
What I know of love
is all that is inside me
all that I am
I “am” love.
Please do not ask me about love
for what I know of it
I cannot tell to another.
Each must learn of love
firsthand.
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OTHER EXCELLENT SITES

POETRY:
A TRIBUTE TO LIFE,
SELECTED WORKS OF S. E. ROSE, VOL I
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EXTRAORDINARY JOURNEY:
DAUGHTER OF DESTINY
A Novel
by Sarah Elizabeth Rose
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