Today’s poem practices the poetry style of “the emotional state couched in techincal terms – example: “the mathematics of sorrow” or “a pneumatic joy.”
Love is the guard station of the heart;
it allows visitors to find a home.
A lighthouse is what guides love
over the rough seas of life
to safe harbor.
The building blocks of love
are not uniformly sized and shaped;
there is no blueprint of the divine.
The philosophy of love
encompasses the ages
and embraces the future.