Love, An Emotion

It was a spur of the moment kind of piece and its rather free in its form.

Heavy yet light are the words that come to mind. Taking on many forms and appearing in many ways, from the second our first breath is taken it is felt. Complex yet simple, it is not often realized at first when felt yet once it is known it's as though it was always there. It drives man and woman to new heights and treacherous depths with its warmth that when lost blazes away in a scorching fire that burns and takes much time to heal, though that flame has healed before. It is lost yet found so many times throughout one's life that one only ever recalls and few names and places. Even death cannot stop it until its last touched man or woman releases their last breath. It appears as a mother's cooking, the light and comfort of another being, and even warm fuzzy socks on a cold fall day yet that's names only a few; this feeling leaves all in its clutches vulnerable yet allows and grants many, even the weakest, a strength that's only limit is the intensity of their love and the limit each individual places upon themselves.

Author's Note

I'd would appreciate reviews so that i may see how I can improve and grow as a writer.

Reviews

[Christian Bonoan]

I can see your point here and what you want to say.
I enjoyed this work and I like your style of writing.
The way you convey your message is very open and simple.
The title really fits the content :) I love it :)
Thanks for sharing this poem :) Looking forward to see more of your works :)