Who Knows Love?

can you hear it?
the beat
the pulse
the flood of passion...
it flows through your veins like a river
that never ends

it encircles you like a warm hug,
an embrace, a winter storm...
it is hidden
within the depths of our souls
the crevices of our minds
and the corners of our hearts

who can name it in all its glory?
Who can explain it to the extent of its victorious cry?
not I
the speck of dust on your shelf
the insignificant face in the crowd
I cannot name such might

I remember the sighs of happiness
and the warmth...
and I shiver
because I know I will not face the light
ever again

who knows love?