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Love
Love:
Love is the subject, I want to focus on
I want to concentrate, identify and relate
I want to understand it
Why is it so selective… and not wide open?
I have always harbored passion
Deep, deep passion: in everything that I do
Is my passion love?
Maybe, I just got it confused
When I love my children: I would give my life for them
Destroy anyone who betrays them
I would live my life for them
I did for 20 years: now I am stepping back
They will choose their own fate
I am not far, should they ever need me
Love to me is unconditional and forever
No maybe or in-betweens: it will last
When you’re together or separate
It is always and never ending
Love is the morning how the sun rises
The colors make love in the sky: they dancing a dance of harmony
Love is the sound of your voice
The way you say sweet things
Love is the hope and determination, to have that person close to you, because they make you happy
Love is trust and trusting
It doesn’t hurt unless you’re away
Love is wondering do you need me, are you okay, are you crying?
my chest begins to ache
because I don’t know
If I love you I would trust you to tell me so
Love is not always patient, like they say but it does sit still and wait
Love is admiring the man for his beauty all the things he is and is not
Love shouldn’t hurt, I don’t understand the hurt, why would it hurt, it makes no sense to hurt
Love is a smile and warmth: it has passion
in just a simple thing, like a word from your mouth, or a look in your eyes
No! I do not believe it is love that hurts
maybe it is the pain from separation
Being separate from the one
The one who gives you pleasure,
with all the things love
it makes more sense to me
Love you can live without it: I did it so well
I was able to carefully, show compassion and empathy
I can burn a man in passion, bring him to his knees: and he will shine like a Christmas tree
Love, once it is in you: you become changed
Things that once seemed like a great ideas, don’t feel the same
Sex with men, who never made it into my head: is not happening
Kiss: I can’t kiss another man to save my life; you might as well murder me
Dominate: I was a bitch; now I feel like a puppy
Argue, fight: I was a shotgun on New Year’s Eve night; now I just make sounds until my skin is too tight
I think this is love; crazy as it sounds
I never seen it coming; I didn’t want to hang around
However; it did snatch me, as I watch and learn: I wait to see if another can penetrate my mind
Stimulate my mind
Intrigue me
Lori
Love is the subject, I want to focus on
I want to concentrate, identify and relate
I want to understand it
Why is it so selective… and not wide open?
I have always harbored passion
Deep, deep passion: in everything that I do
Is my passion love?
Maybe, I just got it confused
When I love my children: I would give my life for them
Destroy anyone who betrays them
I would live my life for them
I did for 20 years: now I am stepping back
They will choose their own fate
I am not far, should they ever need me
Love to me is unconditional and forever
No maybe or in-betweens: it will last
When you’re together or separate
It is always and never ending
Love is the morning how the sun rises
The colors make love in the sky: they dancing a dance of harmony
Love is the sound of your voice
The way you say sweet things
Love is the hope and determination, to have that person close to you, because they make you happy
Love is trust and trusting
It doesn’t hurt unless you’re away
Love is wondering do you need me, are you okay, are you crying?
my chest begins to ache
because I don’t know
If I love you I would trust you to tell me so
Love is not always patient, like they say but it does sit still and wait
Love is admiring the man for his beauty all the things he is and is not
Love shouldn’t hurt, I don’t understand the hurt, why would it hurt, it makes no sense to hurt
Love is a smile and warmth: it has passion
in just a simple thing, like a word from your mouth, or a look in your eyes
No! I do not believe it is love that hurts
maybe it is the pain from separation
Being separate from the one
The one who gives you pleasure,
with all the things love
it makes more sense to me
Love you can live without it: I did it so well
I was able to carefully, show compassion and empathy
I can burn a man in passion, bring him to his knees: and he will shine like a Christmas tree
Love, once it is in you: you become changed
Things that once seemed like a great ideas, don’t feel the same
Sex with men, who never made it into my head: is not happening
Kiss: I can’t kiss another man to save my life; you might as well murder me
Dominate: I was a bitch; now I feel like a puppy
Argue, fight: I was a shotgun on New Year’s Eve night; now I just make sounds until my skin is too tight
I think this is love; crazy as it sounds
I never seen it coming; I didn’t want to hang around
However; it did snatch me, as I watch and learn: I wait to see if another can penetrate my mind
Stimulate my mind
Intrigue me
Lori
Published 24th Sep 2014
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Anonymous
24th Sep 2014 10:08pm
I like this piece on the complicated subject of love. One of the lines that stood out for me was: "Love is admiring the man for his beauty all the things he is and is not." Nice work seascape.
26th Sep 2014 1:50am
25th Sep 2014 9:32am
Great piece on love dearest!Wow!Didn't see this on coming from you!
Your writes always have magic!the introduction part,the plot the ending,always conflicting yet delivering same point home,you never miss the flow!
Yes!Love can indeed transform you from a bitch to an angel!
Enjoy it darling!
Kisses!
Your writes always have magic!the introduction part,the plot the ending,always conflicting yet delivering same point home,you never miss the flow!
Yes!Love can indeed transform you from a bitch to an angel!
Enjoy it darling!
Kisses!
26th Sep 2014 1:51am
25th Sep 2014 3:31pm
26th Sep 2014 1:52am
