I was once taught
That true love
Should always be loud.
The exploding of fireworks,
Screams of passion,
The frantic drumming
Of an overwhelmed heart.
But you have shown me
That, like the weather,
Loves volume fluctuates.
One moment
A thunderstorm,
The next,
A calm, blue sky.
So though the loud
Contains its own beauty,
If asked to choose,
It would not be
The grand declaration
Of adoration undying,
But the quiet moment
When I feel your soul
Speaking softly to mine.
Reminding me
That what truly endures
Is rarely the fervor,
But the wave of peace
That washes over me
When you smile.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Such a beautifully poetic softness to this poem that speaks of love not in the passion of the moment but in the quiet warmth of a lifetime. Well written a fave
You are most welcome. The person you are writing them for is yourself
Lovely sweet, gentle poem Karoline. Enjoyable read. Thank you for sharing your talent!
Thank you, Katie ❤
That's so kind of you.
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