Love © Jude Beck at UnSplash.com
Love Is Also
Love is not for the sick of heart,
but it can be a place to start.
Where loving oneself, first,
will sate that unquenchable thirst.
Love is for the confident and bold,
strong love will never grow old.
It rests in the heart with grace,
and gives a loving embrace.
Love is not a captive thing,
tied up in a marriage ring.
Where controlled by cruel hand,
love like that can never stand.
Love is more than a passionate feel,
runs much deeper where it can heal.
Carries one well beyond the flame,
a place where there never is blame.
Love is not what romancer's write,
so trivial, superficial and trite.
It is a steadfast helpful friend,
that carries one far beyond trend.
Love is available for all who seek,
so don't be shy or way too meek.
Or love will easily pass you by,
just get on the love train and try.
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
2/13/20
You may read and print this poem at my website here.
Regis. 🍁
Rebecca
Love ya!
Jane
Blessings, Ron.
To me, I think this poem is one of your finest. Contrary to Mark’s thoughts regarding rhyming poetry, I like for most poetry to have a nice beat and rhyme. I’m just not very good at it. That’s why I mostly stick with free verse. So, all I can say at this point is for you to keep on rhyming.
David
Mark