We love to fall in love; to prove we think. No other, save this one drink. To challenge your wild imaginations. An endless need for this intoxication.
We love to fall in love; to reach our dreams. To survive regrets and red greed. A desire to beautify an ugly world. To be a part of those historic applauds.
We love to fall in love; to be perfect. Escape velocity from an empty planet. Process our garbage into courage. Attract the world, to LIKE our page.
We love to fall in love; to be kissed. Hold hands, running through sunset beach. Sail from the Nile to the Crystal sea. Make each moment craze, an ecstasy.
We love to fall in love; to be poets. To rid ourselves of poor mindset. Explore terrains of candy thoughts. Se sweet, to starve bitter loneliness.
We love to fall in love; to be touched. The one soul, who can shrug off our hurts. Mend the dents of our bleeding hearts. Pour out light into our darkest parts.
We love to fall in love; God is love. There is no love in hate records. By love, all men play host to God. We remember each time we fall in love.
A wonderful probing and exploration of the meaning of love. Your device of repetition works well in this poem, kind of intoxicating the reader into submission. Well done. John
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Another one might be ...because she walked into my life.
Excellent poem!
Ron