LOVE WITHOUT MEASURE
I wanted to analyze and calculate to gather reason for where we were this day.
But in that moment, amidst the clamor, I realized the scale was never meant to weigh,
For love, in all its splendid chaos, isn’t a math to measure or display.
It flows, it ebbs, like the tide that kisses the shore,
Bringing forth whispers of laughter, and echoes of sorrow once more.
In the heart’s vast ocean, every drop counts, each tear and smile shared,
They intertwine like threads of a tapestry, each moment declared.
So I let go of my quest to balance and quantify,
Embracing the beauty in chaos, allowing myself to fly.
With her spirit still guiding, we dance through the waves,
In the grander scheme of love, it's the journey that saves.
Bobby O
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Reflect instead of inspect
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Bobby this poem captures the heart in its rhyme, flow but most of all its message. Like water down a funnel it culminates in a directed force in the last line. Very nicely done my friend
Way cool. I hesitated on that last line as I asked and then resolved the importance of my personal journey. Feeling vindicated that was your salute means much
A lovely way of describing all the sides of love, and that they all make up the love that will last, really enjoyed the read.
Thank you my friend
You are very welcome
Love it
Hey, you just gone and done, yourself, any significant other & poetry itself proud .. Simple as that in an overly complex world I say bravo Bobby O .. Neville 👍👍
Means a lot my brother
Beautiful Bobby. Well grounded and flowing from the wisdom of heart and years! Have a blessed New Year!
You’re always in the game and I admire that I wish I knew for sure how to pronounce your chosen monicker. I wish I knew more about you as the effort yiu put forth everyday to write and share reviews and encourage is something I truly admire
Bobby , thank you. It’s ‘ark’ as in Noah’s… plus ‘wah’ as in whaddup!
Dingoes w French foreign legion habits.? But hey all is good with me Jacques Lamar Lemaire can you say choir aqua?
Lo, true that. More like desert rats with a mighty thirst. Stella Arqois is a brew that is almost French.
Forgive my teasing. In Chicago that a custom between friends.
Ribbing, elbowing, teasing… what’s a bit of chafing between friends!?
Fare thee week dear Bobby. You made life’s ride all the more interesting 🌹🙏🏻🕊
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