Love
The mystery’s the attraction.
The attraction brings them together.
Being together erases the mystery.
The erasure brings them to a point of decision.
The choices can be life altering.
To remain or to leave?
To separate or stay together?
For tonight or forever?
Tonight can be wild and thrilling
Then, tomorrow comes.
Forever can be ponderous and frightening.
Not knowing if tomorrow will come.
The desire screams, “Tonight!”
The fear calls out, “Never.”
Both hearts agree on tonight.
Tomorrow, both hearts scream, “Forever!”
What is this thing called love?
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The great moment of confusion.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Dear Phil, touching on my favourite subject of all, it can leave us sitting on candy floss clouds or in the gutting scraping up what's left of our heart, that's the beauty of love. Wonderful work dear friend. 🌹
There is that moment when we choose between tonight and forever, when we face our past and our future, when everything we have is on the line and somehow love guides us to the correct choice.
Thank you, TEDDY for your very kind words. We agree on the beauty of Love.
Beautiful poem Phil. Love, love, love. Where would we be without it? That moment when you know, it’s love and it will always be love. Merry Christmas to you and all you hold dear. 🎄🎄🎄
Thank you, Cassie. The world would be a horrible place without it. I guess that's part of the Christmas message.
To you and all of yours, have a very loving Christmas.
The contrasting feelings of being in love, very well written, enjoyed the read
Thank you, TN. Love can be a scary thing as well as all-consuming.
You are very welcome
Love is what I have with my darling Mary and it will last for eternity Phil.
Andy
Thank you, Andy. No doubt about that. May it last forever. Have a happy Christmas.
Loved the duality woven into this poem and as it intertwines how it resolves. Nicely done
Thank you, SB. Consuming desire and dread about the future. They call it Love.
Happy holidays.
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