Yes this is love... this is love

YES YES YES!!!!!!
suoperb write..again saved. ty Chanti..


vesna*

"When fragile tears smudge your vision?" Chanti your muse is very powerful and so is your site and profile
Peace
Masood

An extremely thought-provoking series of questions, Chanti, in
a well-composed piece.
I wanted to read all the poems I could tonight, before my eye
surgery, and am glad I got to read these.
Thank you!

This is deep; this is metaphysical; this just "IS" . . .
The flow is strong and undeniably soars all by itself.

No doubt. Blessin's to you,
cynth'ya

You have learned life's lessons well. Whether inside the naive soul or the stong warrior....love is still love. You deserve peace, serenity and happiness after all you have been through.

Just plain beautiful Chanti!!

Love Tinka

This is beautiful, just beautiful.

Hugs,
Mari

"Yes this is love...this is love"
The pain surely can't be can it?
I hope not Chanti, but it has
to teach us how to love. A marvelous
poem! Brava!

What a BEAUTIFUL and contrapuntal write that says all that needs to be said, Chanti, with such grace and finesse. Yes, this is love, elegantly portrayed and penned by someone who knows what she is talking about! This is a gift to us, thank you. Kate xx

love is like the wind, it moves us into it's own direction ... either our sails are up or down ...

excellent query into the validity of love ...

Chanti,

Provocative, incisive questions that demand honest answers.

WELL WRITTEN--BRAVA! You may have saved many heartache and grief through your wisdom, Poet! GOOD ON YOU!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

I think that Love is a gift, freely given.
We all have the choice to set it aside
or to use this gift that was given
for all of us to share.

I believe that True Love is giving and forgiving.

Blessings,
Joseph

You present this so clearly that the questions are all rhetorical to me. This speaks right to the depth of my soul. I would be dishonest to say that no part of me falls into the first category. But I am striving more and more to get to the second that you elicit so well. I know I love deeply albeit sometimes not in a very "controlled" manner. This is a most powerful poem, dearest Chanti. Thank you for the lesson. Much love to you.

Regis

It is, yes, all of these things. Very profound, Chanti.

Well written, a most enjoyable read...love is so many things...

Chanti,
Good poem. Enjoyable play on words to describe the difference between true love and infatuation.

Sherry

Yes it's this and so much more.Great pen Chanti

This is stunningly beautiful, Chanti. You have so much talent and it shows so perfectly in these verses.
Take care,
Sherry

Chanti, Yes, love, and very well expressed. Thanks. Henry

And this is a marvelous ode to the true meaning of love, Chanti.

I guess whatever all that mourning and longing stuff we all seem to inevitably go thru is love, but I think it deserves another name. HELL. I like the 2nd part of your poem. That describes what love should be but what it often is not. Beautiful write Chanti. Michelle

The beginning describes lovesickness, the poet's know it well. Anthropologists and biologists will tell you it's the rage of hormones most often swelling within the first six months of a new relationship when you can think of nothing else but the new lover. A dangerous stage that is simply infatuation and the wise woman will be wary during this time for lust and obsession often mimics true love. The real deal ususally comes after this period is over. It's then that you're more like to notice each other's faults and decide if you really like the person or just like their body and some other traits that pass away with time. It's then that you begin to make the decision to stay despite the faults. Infatuation is maturing to genuine affection, loyalty, compassion, and trust: the second half of your poem. If you're both sane, then this may indeed be love. ;-)

Guess I'm in practical mode today, Chanti. Very good poem, you've got here. Suppose I'll do okay on my upcoming radio show about relationships. I've got enough blarney for it. :-D ~~Nordette

Chanti,

His is truly the Ultimate Love.

Ahhhhhh sweet Chanti, only you could capture both sides and images of love and yes it is all those things and more.You have a heart that has the capacity to give love unlimited and it shows in your passion for writitng. Thank you for sharing your feelings and your heart.

Hugs,

Felix

Its either love or its indigestion, either way a poem worthy of a master...Ed

Chanti this is a very good write. I enjoyed readin g this very much. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), Barbie

"If I have to...Then I may as well be."

An Absolutley outstanding wirte Chanti, I love the juxtaposition, I think you've covered most of what love is/is not. It's such a complicated concept that at times it can be hard to pin down. You've done this with such style. I know one thing for sure, when poverty comes knocking at the door love tends to fly out the window.

Paul;-]