For love and soul mates.
Love comes in all shapes.
Sometimes as a gentle kiss
by your other half,
and other times
as a subtly swift touch
by a friend.
It can be a pinky promise
shattering all time and space
after a warm hug.
What is the meaning of speech
if it’s not used for words of love.
I daresay,
it is only then
where oaths gravitate as entire nebulas.
Thus, hope is born.
Through the relations we create.
The agape we form.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
