Love is just a word for some
For others it's a chore
Love is simple and like a breath
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
As believing brings it home
Love is just a word for some
At times it is precieved
As a temporary visitor
Just when it's misconcieved
A trespasser of our hearts
A stab that pangs forever
With scars that are well hidden
Until true love makes it better
True love is a moment
Just when the old comes new
When spirits pick the minute
Then colors have more hue
As rainbows arch the heavens
When eyes open up to see
The other who is waiting
When true love means Believe!
Love is like a butterfly. They are wonderful to watch as they flutter about, but you never see their true beauty until one lands upon your hand. Believe
Ron
Love. It is all that is needed. Someone recently explained love to me this way:
"Love has a different tune: I love you, therefore you are free to do as you wish. My love says you cannot do any wrong in my sight. My love says you cannot hurt me for it would not wish to make you responsible for the way I feel. My love says I am here for you if you want me, or I can be gone if that is what you wish. My love does not depend on your performance to exist - it depends entirely on a choice I make, moment by moment. My love accepts that you may even come to hate me for what I am and it is strong enough not to compromise itself to please you. My love cannot be manipulated. My capacity to love is infinite and is not bound by your feelings or desires."
Thank you for sharing your gift, Susan. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2006
In my wallet I have a card of Cor:13 I read it every day...
This reminds me of the highest form..
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2006
Ah, yes indeed, "a stab that pangs forever" just about sums up this lovely poem on the poetical essay on the "love" word. Very nifty, direct, and honest.
This is a pivotal and mysterious phrase, especially in light of what an atoll is - a ring shaped coral reef, and small island, enclosing a lagoon and surrounded by open ocean.
How this could be an analogy of what happens when some try to believe but find too much obscuring and interfering with the simple faith it takes to believe!
The cobination of your words and this beautiful picture draws my heart and soul into the subjects world like a magnet attracts steel, it is a truly passionate write that I think is meant to be published for sure.
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"Love has a different tune: I love you, therefore you are free to do as you wish. My love says you cannot do any wrong in my sight. My love says you cannot hurt me for it would not wish to make you responsible for the way I feel. My love says I am here for you if you want me, or I can be gone if that is what you wish. My love does not depend on your performance to exist - it depends entirely on a choice I make, moment by moment. My love accepts that you may even come to hate me for what I am and it is strong enough not to compromise itself to please you. My love cannot be manipulated. My capacity to love is infinite and is not bound by your feelings or desires."
Thank you for sharing your gift, Susan. Love and peace to you,
Regis
This reminds me of the highest form..
I loved the line: "The light were life atolls"
This is a pivotal and mysterious phrase, especially in light of what an atoll is - a ring shaped coral reef, and small island, enclosing a lagoon and surrounded by open ocean.
How this could be an analogy of what happens when some try to believe but find too much obscuring and interfering with the simple faith it takes to believe!
Excellent write
Richard
and enjoy! Top drawer always, Sis!
eT
True love is so hard to find...
Superb write...
Peter
Chanti
Prolific.
Ron
Fee
Xxx dove