Words are mere words

Trying to justify the senses

A tool for expression

Language has its own limitations

And what to speak of love

For love is limitless

In its depth of feeling

Expansive in its reaching

Far beyond words in the knowing.

Language of love

Is best spoken sensed

From one heart to another

And what to speak of mother’s love

Unconditional in its flow

Sensed and known without a word

A bliss in the bless.

Pure and precious.

Savvy