Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Love is

A poem for my beloved.

Love is


Love is not
having everything go your way,
but living every day
like it is the only one.

Love is not
always full of smiles,
but caring all the while
and sacrificing none.

Love is not
just a thing you do,
but something to hold onto
when life has come and gone.

Love is not
shedding tears of pain,
but dancing in the rain
from dark until the dawn.

Love is
there when all else fails,
the wind to fill your sails
to guide you straight and true.

Love is
patience in the storm
to keep you safe and warm,
the hope to see you through.

Love is
more than being loved.
It fits you like a glove,
and fills you deep inside.

Love is
better than the best,
surpasses all the rest,
and cannot be denied.

6 comments:

  1. Awesome! It's perfect in it's sincerity and even when describing what love is not love overshadows the negative. This conveys your feelings so well.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, I let my own experiences be the guide. It helps to articulate how you really feel. The personal touch is what makes it meaningful.

      Delete
  2. I liked this poem because it was goofy. Sincerity is often goofy. Problems arise when people get too serious and try to calculate the cause of everything. It's nice to see a brief moment of sanity from you.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. This poem was born from experience, Tommy. I learned a lot about love by being loved. The poem was an opportunity to show what has been demonstrated.

      Delete
  3. Wow! You turned all that sensitivity into a storm of passion! You were eloquent in your "rant" and sweet in your severity.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, sensitivity is my specialty. In the last few months, I have learned a lot about love. I decided to share my observations in verse.

      Delete