It’s a tender matter from ourselves
that births the seal on water’s edge
whose echoed vows from them to us
became a journey joining you and I.
A synapse sail before the word of love
was only a voyage of desire and care
through the millennium of years nurtured by growth
that knitted its fabric to a higher word.
Lufu became love and the refined passage aligned
through the bonding of affection between mother and child
a rubbing of noses then the evolutionary kiss
a companion to love infused with the heart.
A humanity of soul from the first kiss of love
relighting the ember that will never die out
touching eternity on the lips of a kiss
a perfection of meaning in the word of love.