richard pierce

richard pierce

10 March 2018


What is the proof of love,
If there is proof,
And not just blind faith
Or shape?

Is it the curved mouth
Or the lack of attention
Or the inadequate words
Before and after the sigh
Of what feels like fulfilment?

Or is it the exclusion of all else,
Of time and place
And friends and foe,
Of the world at large?

Is love a ghetto of two,
Or is it the freedom to roam
Into the unknown,
And to keep secrets
To make the heart beat faster?

Maybe love is just a theory
To be unproven,
Like Einsteins Relativity
And the shape of the universe.



  1. Die Liebe macht uns frei. Selbst die alte vergangene begleitet uns unser Leben lang, wärmt uns an kalten Tagen und lässt uns verglühen wenn wir sie teilen.