It Is Still Love

Teddy.15

 

In the very light of a magnificent sunrise

I reflect on the very reason we love?

and when we love

well, it's not always sunshine and strawberries is it?

sometimes the skies are yellow 

and in a twist of fate 

death can be the one true very cruel divider 

love can be grief wrapped up in a bow

disguised as something that we think we crave?

we think we need and we hold onto

all the while being the very thing 

that stops us from being who we really are 

love, can take us to the top of a mountain 

and it can also leave us under an avalanche 

be it mud, rocks and even a whole forest

of trees perhaps?

painfully broken, suffocating, in the dark

 

but still in the world in which I live… 

 

it is still love.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A recognition of the good and sad in even love but all is resolved in the last line where the decision is made to favor the good. A lovely write.

    • Teddy.15

      Thank you dearest sorrenbarret always such a pleasure to hear your words. 🌹

    • Accidental Poet

      Well penned Teddy. 🌹

      Isnt it always love that makes you hang your head
      And isn't it always love that makes you cry
      But isn't it always love that takes the tears away
      And you wouldn't have it any other way" ~ Karla Bonoff

      • Teddy.15

        That's beautiful dear A.P and Karla Bonoff is correct. 🌹

      • James Michael

        Love is love, no matter what!

        • Teddy.15

          Yes, so very kind of you to come here and say. 🌹 Thank you.

        • Goldfinch60

          Yes it is still love, even though my wife has died my love for her is still there Teddy. See my poem today,

          Andy

          • Teddy.15

            Andy, excuse my tardiness, I will certainly go read. Thank you dear friend. 🌹

          • Cassie58

            Love, is so much more than chocolates and roses and all good things. It can rock our world with sadness and despair, but we know when it is there. Lovely Teddy. So very poetically expressed. 💜🌹



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