Love is a child's expected storybook ending,
the smoking romance of an adolescent's first kiss,
a blazing fire of sexual desire,
the steady slow burn of years of predictability's bliss.
It is the satisfaction of being chosen,
the fear of loss and sting of jealousy,
a timid hesitation, being frozen,
complete and total ecstasy,
It's tears of betrayal, to keep trust in someone when they fail,
the ability to forgive, the lust to live,
It is blindness to imperfection and the acceptance of one without correction.
learning that receiving is not as good as it is to give,
It is knowing that one does not control one's heart or that of another,
It is the expectation that pain comes with joy.
It is to see an enemy as a brother.
and the despair when your most dear one you destroy
A suicidal sacrifice of one's own desires and individuality.
not needing to speak the playfulness of hide and seek
Built on the foundation of trust and security
valuing something else more than yourself, it's maturity
Love is the child of hope and empathy and the mother of peace.
Life's breath it knows no death
It is the ashes and residue of all these.
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi I appreciate the read
I said, 'Age should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.'
Thank you so much for the review and wise words.
Brilliant.
Thank you so much my friend
God words soren but that love is always there for some of us from birth, maybe I am just a very lucky person to have seen love all my long life.
Andy
And may it continue to be so my friend. And may it be for a good long time.
That about covers it, but then there's always more. Excellent write soren. 👍
So true my friend, a poem is never all comprehensive. I thank you for you read and most kind words
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