Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
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Comments2This poem really hit me in the feels. It's like love's a beautiful, but dangerous thing, ya'know? The poet really nailed those metaphors, made me think about love from a different angle. Gave me chills!
i remember reading this Langston Hughes poem when I was younger. Kinda made me realize love ain't just butterflies and roses, its like this complex thing. not so simple like i thought back then.