Love Poem

Love is love. She is pure, absolute, unambiguous. She does not boast, but is silent. She is not strong, but is fragile. She is not many things, but is small, subtle, and too easily missed.

The greatest love poem is one unspoken and unwritten word. We poets never quite get there, but it is good that we try.

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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