A Human Love Story

Amongst the golden Marigold plants,
the leaves are green and thin.

The bees buzz about making
nectar of life.

If upon the rocky earth
crashes a sea of salt;
would you call that love?

Gentle emotion,
softened vision,
heartfelt utterances.

Upon the sandy desert,
a lonely image
of a lonely man
walking,
thirsting,
is met
by an angel.

She granted him one wish.
He wished for
the perfect love.

It was granted.

A man stood before him.
He was beautiful and rugged.
he looked at him with kind
and beautiful eyes.


Flowers did not bloom in the desert,
nor did it rain.
But his heart was filled with fluttering butterflies.


Upon a distant land stood a girl at her balcony.
she whistled to a darling thrush,
and he whistled back.
For a long time she sang and
so did he,
so it turned out that he was
an angelic mystery,
whistling out to her like that..

He gave her one wish.
She said,
"I want the perfect lover,"
and so she did get him.

The man from the desert
was transported
to the distant land
and in his arms
lay the most simple of
girls.
She had simple eyes with
warm expectation.
And they shone in the light.

His heart full of butterflies,
was shot in the light.
He called in to the angel and
claimed a crime committed against him.

"I want the perfect love," spoke he.
"Ah," sighed the angle. "do not condemn me this way.
I did what was best in my power.
You wished for the perfect love
and in your arms it is;

But you spoke not of the perfect lover
that fits you, so you cry that
my way of granting is
incorrect."

The man, to the sand, sank
and cried tears.
Of joy for the wish
and sorrow for the same.



Of all the virtues that humans are blessed with
the greatest of them is
to grow with time;
the lone vice being
to forgive and forget
is quite beyond him.

The maiden,
was swept away by the man;
her joy was like a sea she'd seen,
constantly growing and rippling.
She was glowing and glittering
as she gave him company,
walking along the trails
of the moving dunes.

The sun was about to set,
and man and woman sat down to a meal.
Man shared his bread
and woman shared her water.
To the setting sun they bid good day.
In each others company,
man noticed how lonely he had been.
And woman noticed how empty her life had been.

Words and phrases between them
were lighting up the night sky.
Often time they both felt like sleeping,
but kept awake
for they wanted to keep
each other
Company.

Of companionship born out of love,
humans find joy;
and of love born out of companionship:
is pure sublime bliss.

Man began now to understand the judgment
and the granting the angel exercised;
and came a full circle.

To a love that was born under the stars
and in the sands of time;
he prayed to God
a prayer of thanks.

Granting his wish in a way he
grew to understand
and giving him a chance at
renewed life
in a way he came to love.

In his arms lay his love-child.
She was beautiful,
like a jewel that sparkled
and glowed with energy and
joy.



In each man is woman
and each woman a man.
Coming to love that person,
is the best, sweetest love story
of all.
To the man or woman on the outside
becomes one with the inside,
does then one understand;
to love we all pray it be granted to us,
and hold in our hearts a memory;

Won't we really cherish it if we really found a love like that?