Someone asked what love means. I think the word doesn't do the emotion justice so I wrote a few lines as my explanation of how this emotion affects me as a person. ~*SKR*~
Love is just a word for some
For others its a chore
Love is simple and like breaths
A need not to ignore
With richness comes this gem of life
This nuance of the soul
This abyss of all greatness dark
The light where life atolls
The permenance of all being
The detail of each kiss
The tick that is so precious
The heartache when it's missed
The ache and yearn, the pining
The true void of alone
When hearts are meant for others
When believing brings it home
Love is just a word it seems
Sometimes it is precieved
As a temporary visitor
Just when its misconcieved
A trespasser of our hearts
A stab that pangs forever
The scars that are well hidden
Til true love makes it better
True love is a moment
Just when the old comes new
When spirits pick the minute
When colors have more hue
As rainbows arch the heavens
As eyes open and see
The other who is waiting
When true love means Believe!
Fine poem, susan! Love is Joan of Arc saying to her husband, the 2000 year old man, I gotta save france! I gotta save france! and he replying, Look, you save france, i gotta wash up! :)
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on July 17, 2004
Susan this is a keeper...
"When spirits pick the minute
When colors have more hue
As rainbows arch the heavens
As eyes open and see
The other who is waiting
When true love means Believe! "
Beautiful write Susan, you have touched on so many of the wonderful aspects of love. Such a special piece that you have captured here. Fantastic....
Allen
Splendid composition Susan!You have a
poetic soul,know love;-)!
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on July 16, 2004
Love is to me everything and nothing, its everywhere you look if you want to see it, and its nothing to those that dont see it, a remarkable well written piece on one of lifes true dilemmas....a lovely piece susan...well done...Mark x
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"When spirits pick the minute
When colors have more hue
As rainbows arch the heavens
As eyes open and see
The other who is waiting
When true love means Believe! "
lady peg
Allen
you are so right...
Beautiful poetry, Susan
poetic soul,know love;-)!
As eyes open and see
The other who is waiting
When true love means Believe!
Absolutely Beautiful!!
Love Tinka