Love is infinitely more than a fleeting emotion. It's a conscious choice that you partake. It's a persistent effort that you toil. It's an irrevocable faith that you believe in. It's an unassailable commitment that you hold on to.
It isn't always sparkling sunshine and blossoming flowers. It isn't always crimson blushes and fluttering butterflies. It isn't always tender hugs and ravishing kisses. It isn't always glamorous gestures and enchanting forevers.
Sometimes, it's that minuscule shaft of light passing through the ashen grey clouds with no promising silver lining. Sometimes, it's when you lament with tears of melancholic rain but they see rainbows in the mist of your eyes. Sometimes, it's when the soaring sun touches the sinking ocean and they emulate your reflection. Sometimes, it's when your eclipse waves their tides and their highs and lows harmonise like a water-coloured canvas. Each and every single time, love is to stay. Empathy.
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Author:
Bliss (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About a month ago, a friend of mine asked me what's my definition of love. What I said to that friend is quite similar to this prose poem. Meaning of the prose poem💖 I think it'd be quite conceited of us to reduce an experience as vast as love to a singular emotion. It's a choice that we make. It's not love if it's effortless. It's a faith that you put your trust in. It's a commitment that you unconditionally hold on to. Now, that I've talked about what love is. Let's see what love isn't. It's not the proverbial sunshine and flowers. Physical intimacy, blushing, butterflies in the stomach, grand gestures, happily-ever-after -- all of these are a part of love. But there are times in love when you don't get these things. This does not mean that the love goes sour. It only becomes more profound and meaningful. They're your sole ray of hope during the darkest hours. Their vision of you is beautiful even in sorrow. The two of you become one like the horizon, almost identical in spirit. Your times of difficulty influence them and the turns in their life blend in like the colours in a painting. Every single time, love is to stay. If you leave, then that isn't love anymore. Empathy is the one word I'd use to describe these simple yet courageous acts of love. They say that a person's perspective on something reveals a lot about their personality. I put a lot of my own thoughts and opinions regarding love in this, so hopefully, you will be able to learn just a little bit more about me as a person😊 Also, I won’t be able to post for the next two weeks because I have exams to study for (wish me luck🤞🏻). If you find yourself relating to my prose poem, share it with your friends and loved ones
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