I’ve been told that love’s a verb,
An action, strong and true,
But I’ve never felt its motion,
Not a single embrace from love.
Verbs are meant to show us,
The deeds that hearts perform,
Yet love, in my life’s story,
Is a noun, a quiet form.
In the silence of my longing,
Where actions should reside,
Love remains a distant word,
A feeling yet to bide.
- Tharun š
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Heart's Echo (Pseudonym) (
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Interesting and lovely writing ) liked reading this
At first I thought this would be something that couldnāt be agreed with, but was I wrong! Youāve brought about a concept well with the thought and the poetic vessel that conveys it. šš» Love that is ālip serviceā or suppressed/controlled can be quite still and stunted.
Yes - love is strong, long standing, abiding, not a transient infatuation.
excellent
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