Love dwells in the heart
Being a passion to burst
And rarely does it depart
Like the evening frost.
Love dwells in palpitation and pulse
Never going to a road misleading and false;
It surpasses all oddity
Despite failure—whatever it be.
Love dwells in as a soul, living and undying,
And as vital air flows;
It’s a vital flame that glows
If one has to say without lying.
Love dwells as spirit of the divine
In the body of us;
It flaunts like arc of waves.

Welkin Siskin is writer whose poems have been published in several anthologies. He lives in Washington. Read other articles by Welkin.