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What is Love?
Contributed by
silhouex
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Friday, 3rd July 2009 @ 12:14:19 PM in AEST
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Is love merely a word
used to describe beauty in all things?
Is love a tempest surf,
sails unfurled to its chaos of fire and nail?
That might alter its face
and lay soot to its sheen
Tis love a feeling?
An emotion?
Is love nothing more than
biology and Chemistry?
With laws and formulie
Where math and charts,
not fate decide?
Is love even a thing?
Is it one thing
or many things
Are love and life bound by the number 42
Or is it seamless
with no true path nor pattern
Is this love with no end
the disease that drives men mad in the end
If love is truth and truth be love
can you ever truly end ones love for another?
If so was it ever truly love
or twas it a lie
and what than of
love from one side?
One who truly loves another
the loved feeling not
the tremor in the heart of the lover.
Is it true I ask.
One man for one woman?
In all the beaten expanse
can there truly be but one love for one other.
Is love a physical act or attraction
or a mutual understanding of heart and mind?
And what is it to make love?
If make means to create
and love describes the sexual act.
than is this love not lust
Is love a rare rose?
blooming but once in a lifetime
what if one knows that love is red
and not of the rose?
So eager, he plucks all blossoms of red
til the meadow is of a green and blue hue.
Broken he is blinded
By this blue and gloomy world
And in his wake of sorrow, want and anger
might he trample the red rose?
Never knowing of its eloquent beauty
Than still there are many
who are quite aware of the rose of red
Yet they fear the thorn, which all bare
Still than some will cling to the rose
as the thorns bleed them dry.
Is love for those who know it best.
What than of the poet with the pen
No ring on his hand.
bearing no true faith nor alliance
destined is he, for the world of blue?
Wither will he, on thorns of lust and lie?
If searching is he
And knowing he is of the red bloom rose
If in his heart the secrets of love are etched with golden pen?
Will he not be blessed with the perfect woman in the end?
We poets, we philosophers, we young and curious many
we engrave our take on life on the world around us
Upon sheets of rock and scroll of flesh
Yet not one of us will ever speak any different than to say
What is Love?
Copyright ©
silhouex
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2009-07-03 12:14:19]
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Re: What is Love?
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by shelby on
Friday, 3rd July 2009 @ 05:02:50 PM AEST
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Pure beauty in this verse, it brought tears to my eyes. Lovely write, with lots to think on.
Loved the rose theory in this too.
Happy 4th and be safe over there and many thanks for all you do!
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Re: What is Love?
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by Jenni_K on
Saturday, 4th July 2009 @ 12:53:31 PM AEST
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So many potent questions.... no one answer! Love is all this and so much more...
Lovely write....it provided lots of food for thought...
Stay safe..
Jenni
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