Science is not only a disciple of reason but, also, one of romance and passion.
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by Arbor Amor
A Love Poem from the Tree to the Cloud
To my dearest Cloud
You are so far
Yet so near and dear to me
I often dream what it may be like
To touch you
For one precious moment
To have you in my arms
And caress your delicate face
And when I awake
I realize it is but a dream
That can never come true
Sometimes you look lean and mean
And you stand vertical like a spear
And sometimes horizontal like 100 arrows shot at once
But most the time you have soft sensuous and voluptuous curves
Moving slowly and lovingly through the heavens
Me?
I am what I am
And only change
with the coming and going of the seasons
Just a little bigger as I grow older
You on the other hand
Change your form as well as your position in the heavens
From second to second
Each time, a form more beautiful and unique
I love your unpredictability
Your color also changes with your mood
And the time of day
You look most passionate and fiery
When the sun wakes up and goes to bed
This is the time when I love you best
I often dream what it may be like
To touch you
For one precious moment
To have you in my arms
And caress your delicate face
And when I awake
I realize it is but a dream
That can never come true
Whoa! ?
Wait a moment !!?
The rain and the snow!
They are you!
And they touch me in so many ways
The blanket of snow when I am naked
The delicate rain when I am in need
They caress and moisten me from without and within
I am filled with your love for me
And I for you.
Oh what would I do without you my dearest cloud
You are my life
You are my love
We will be together forever!
May 7 2018
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Science is not only a disciple of reason but, also, one of romance and passion.