Mystery of Love -
By: Phylicia Ebanks
She kept loving and loving.
Her love had no boundaries for the ones she truly loved .
She kept loving and wanted someone to reciprocate her love .
She seemed to be loving those who were not attracted to her love.
Love was just a noun she found very Abstract .
She needed a concrete love.
Oh how she tried to understand love.
She desired to be someone's love.
Love eluded her.
The pathway for her to find love was narrowing
Why was she loving the wrong?
Where could she find the right love?
Love- she was aspiring but not acquiring.
Love was just a mystery.
The mystery of love.
She called it the 'Mystery of Love'
She just could not understand love.
It did not give her the chance to know it.
Love was difficult to find yet she had so much to give.
The mystery of Love.
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Author:
Phylicia2023 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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I may politely suggest that most of the mystery is solved. So many that proclaim about the elusive have erred in the personal approach and the mystery forever will elude due to incomplete immersion bordered with their unseen selfish method that surely leaves all their future equation wanting, forever diminished success guaranteed. You , rather than be ambled by personal fails have done the very most. The best preparation is described in your yearnings and while I read the sadness I certainly want to congratulate fir mastering the hardest part. The selfless committed journey few really do undertake. So, pretty lady , it’s just happenstance , not a barrier of imperfect journey that not describes the genuine place you now inhabit. Joyful commiseration is the reward due and I’m certain it will be fun to hear you gather bounty with a bevy if joyful noises.
Sound Comment.
However, just want it to be known that it's not a poem based on my personal experience...lol
Not always mutually exclusive. I thought it was a real poem about a real path. That’s hard to do and you nailed it.
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'Love was just a noun she found very Abstract .'
now we're swimming in metaphysical deep waters
loved your tonality and flow
it reads like you're rushing
to work out the problem
and come what may, move on
I so relate
thanks for sharing
(is love
a concept or an ideal
a solution or a trap
a feeling realised
or
a surrender of selfhood
to belong, to a mirage promise
determined by the prenup
imbued in its concussive layers
dare we, excavate too deep
dare we..?)
lol
scary thoughts, best left
shoved back in the back of the closet
with our regret skeletons
and bedtime monsters, I think..
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