The Art of Love

By Austin P. Torney

The Love Life of the Glowworm

Flashing desire, the glowfly twinkled across
The starry summer sky, love's energy unspent,
Searching through the darkness,
With passion's might,
For the beacon of her consent—the mating call
Of pulsing, green and yellow light.

At last, came the reply:
Yes, oh yes, a-light, she said;
Now he became a firefly,
As at once she did too.

To a closing flower they together therein flew,
Blinking, winking in the seclusion of its petal bed.
This dance of light and love—their honeymoon
Brightened the night, till it looked much like noon.

Those jolts and bolts, surging, merged in currents,
And swept back and forth as they signaled delight—
Fires luming and oft reluming the flames of love
With electric hugs,
For they had, by now,
Become lightning bugs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin P. Torney
• Release date: Mar 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476334363

Austin P. Torney

Austin began writing for real around the age of forty, a respite from working as an Information Engineer in the field of Computer Science, doing programming, an art, as it turned out. He calls himself a humanist, and is one who enjoys the liberal arts, utilizing science, for it pervades every discipline. He is currently retired and lives in the mountains of Poughquag, NY, near the Appalachian Trail. He enjoys tennis, writing, fun, humor, thinking, sleeping, poetry, music, dining, travel, romance, reading, swimming, and life.

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The Art Of Love

By Austin P. Torney

Copyright 2012 Austin P. Torney

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What Love’s Made of

Some may ask of Life: How does one find love?

Life says, Be still! Don’t look far or above;

Stop—let love’s butterfly alight on you,

For that’s the touch that romance is made of.

Love lightens life’s cross of heaviness,

Its dreams coloring the drowsy darkness.

Love’s subtle hues paint life’s panorama,

For it’s the bond that secures completeness.

Some can’t seem to give a love that’s fair,

Or won’t—since they don’t even care to share,

Or, worse yet, they waste love by hoarding it;

So, therefore, I must give more than my share.

Let me give all the love that ever was;

Of such and more I have been dreaming of.

I hear the call from within and above:

To live this life for the purpose of love.

I mend broken hearts with a love that’s real,

Drying the tears of sadness that congeal.

I weave living dreams out of fantasies,

For I believe that life should be ideal.

Might I be your angel, enfolding you,

Shining brightness upon you, holding you,

Nurturing, and carrying you aloft,

Where you belong, dear, far above it all?

Life suddenly fits me like a glove,

As I float on feelings like a dove,

Renewed energy giving a shove.

Well, could it be that I am in love?

Summer follows us around, elfin queen

Of hearts, as we lay snug in winter green,

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