It is the smallest in all the land
Light
Yet only a few can pick it up
Its language is silence
Only to be captured by the rarest kinds
Understanding
It folds in space itself and erases any distance
Exquisite beyond any measure and ordinary
A glowing gem of extraordinary
Free from pretension
Capturing light from another dimension
Treasures from chest to chest
Rest
Removed from the shallow it is said
Beyond the infrared
Love
You and I have eagerly awaited this moment of
Love
Not demanding
Glorious understanding
Passion for compassion is formed
In which we are adorned
A blooming process inwardly
Given straightforwardly
Between lovers of truth
Where words become one
& every pain once carried comes undone
Love, love, love
In it you and I will be found
Without even uttering a sound
Love
Refined we find that which is utterly true;
There is no I owe you in:
I love you
Redressed 
Call me a romantic, but I reckon if you understand love you don’t understand it.
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Thank you for your comment, and for sharing your thoughts. This poem was inspired by the following: when people disagree with one another they start to talk louder and louder and when this escalates they can start to yell really loud, but the other person is right there. Why are they yelling? Well because they do not feel understood at all and for this reason distance becomes so vast that they feel that they have to shout to be heard. In an opposite scenario two people can whisper or even communicate without even making a sound, just body language and facial expressions. They just get each other. In my poem I have added a layer, the way it would be if the love God is (in my view) erased all distance completely. A true heart-to-heart conversation.
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