My love is not an I, I, I
It’s a you, you, you
An us, us, us.
My love cannot be put to bed
It never closes its eyes
It never sleeps—can’t be laid to rest.
My love cannot ungrow
It’s for all seasons
Blossoms in the sunshine and the moonlight.
My love is an “original goodness”
A remembered dream
That which can resuscitate a heart.
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
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Benjamin Grossman 
Very nice .. , Benjamin.. bravo
Thanks for that!
Awesome! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Oh wow. So beautifully expressed. Yes. I feel something like this, about love, too. Love is an “original goodness,” a source we all come from, a god particle that grows, golden, warm; and has the power to “resuscitate.”
Such careful and caring construction in the verses, in your poetry. A slow-blooming pleasure to read; a quiet delight.
Love your comment. It’s very much poetry in motion, beauty and reflection intertwined. Thanks as always.
Love your reply. Made my day. :)) So thank you, too.
Lovely piece Ben, but that last stanza is just the icing on the cake 👏
Icing is sometimes better than the cake, I think. Or at least it makes the whole of cake better. Huge thanks.
Haha! Cakes are absolutely better with icing 👌
Good work Ben!
Thank you!!!
“A remembered dream
That which can resuscitate a heart.”
This is absolutely beautiful, Benjamin! True love is the kind that brings life and light especially in the darkest times. Amazingly penned!
Yes, true love. Sometimes we make the mistake of not realizing there is a wrong way to love. True love, however, “is the stuff that dreams are made of” and they are the best reality, also, I believe. And you’re right: that kind of loves shines like a million suns. Thanks a lot!
I completely agree. Only true love can be that beautiful and that real. You’re welcome! Have a great weekend 🙂
Love becomes so much more beautiful when it is about us !!
Agreed. And what the world needs right now is a kind of collective love and unity. The alternative is nonessential and purposeless.
Wow. That’s quite a case you’ve built up your love…🤜🤛…I’m sure it will melt hearts… Awesome…🙏🙌🙏
Thanks for all of the above!
“that which can resuscitate a heart”
So beautiful! Ahhh, your writing makes me believe in true love.
Well, thanks. Sweet of you to say. I think there’s true love waiting for us all out there, and it’s really something worth believing in.
Simple and subtle🙂
Thanks!
Beautifully written 👌👌
Thanks you!
Hey Benjamin, nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award! I’d love it if you participated. My post is here: https://silentsilverytears.wordpress.com/2020/09/22/mystery-blogger-award/
Oops I wrote that comment. Not sure why it says anonymous 😅
Super. Big thanks!
You’re welcome!! You deserve it and many more!
Thanks again. Have a wonderful day!
You too! 😊
Beautiful ❣️
Thank you!
This is really beautiful Benjamin 🙂
Thanks 🙂
“My love cannot ungrow”
Lovely, lovely.
Thank you!
Beautiful, I post poetry too 💖 hope you find time reading it 💕
Thanks. I’ll have check out your writing!