Something So Rare

It's something that grows
As a seed in the soul,
Nurtured by care
And feelings we know.

It's fed from the heart
And grows stronger with faith,
Led by a wisdom
Not garnered in haste.

In it's true form
It's never matured,
Forever it lives
Though it may fracture.

Hope plays a part
Or even lends hand
To this greatest of gifts
Though usually not planned.

It's stronger than steel,
Yet as weak as the mist,
Though sometimes it's planted
With just a mere kiss.

To grow it takes time
And often it's lost,
Once it has you
There's counted no cost.

Priceless in nature,
Almost precious as life,
True Love lives in shadows
Until it's struck by the light.

Fadedspirit 4/30/2008

wonderful

Awwww...that's so true! Thank you Fadedspirit!

"True Love lives in shadows
Until it's struck by the light."

Beautiful imagery.

nice work, your poetry has a wide sprectum of emotions?, nice to read and deep

jimmy

Very nice fadedspirit good to see you again as well

Hey stranger! (((Fade)))
Another good write!

A vivid encounter, so true

Beautiful!

good as always x

Y'all are just simply some of the best people on earth. Thanks for all of your comments.