The Hidden Truth Inside A Thing Called: Love

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The Hidden Truth Inside A Thing Called: Love

                  a poem, by jewelsgold

  

There once was a time I revelled in you, dreamed it was true, loved every bit of it too
and when I learned this: life is not hit and miss, it is more like a lucid wet glue....
holding me to you,
keeping me there,
warm in your arms,
yes,
when we cared....

 

Whenever you felt like watered down hope, I was the one helping you cope!

Ever felt fear or uncertainty?

I was the one who held you up, see?

 

There was once a time when I rivaled with you, a nightmare come true, fully engaged with it too,
then when I learned that: love is not "up to bat", but is more like a batter that's bruised....
tossing me from you,
abandoned, despaired,
cold in your eyes,
oh,
like we cared....

 

Whenever I felt like day old stale hope, You were the one, holding my rope!

If ever I felt pure misery...

You were the one who lifted me, see?

 

There once was a time when I was attached, a little more than I was relaxed, telling more, much more than the facts!  Then I learned how: freedom is now, all I could do was let go of attacks,
...and I flew right back to you
oh it just wasn't fair
to have and to hold
yeah,
expecting you there....

 

Whenever you needed without a doubt, I was the one who made it work out!

If ever you wanted for any a thing...

I was the one who brought if for free!

 

There was once a time when I just couldn't think, how could love sink and who's the rat fink?
Then I found out: what's within is what's out, and more like you get what you give...
desperately wanting from you
expecting you'd bear,
what could I do?
just
wishing we'd care.

 

Whenever I ached for the love I so missed, you were the one who I longed there to kiss.

If ever I yearned for that special touch,

You were the one I needed that much.

 

Expecting the best in your offering, the ultimate in what you call "caring", notwithstanding
some misunderstandings
and dealing with
some over bearing.

 

But that's why I love you. Regardless of All.

That's why I'm true and that's why I call.

Even if I'm found calling you names.

It's still just the same.

Inescapably yours, after all.

Author's Note

This is best read TWICE
because a DOUBLE RHYTHM is incorportated, and it flows better once that is understood. a com plicated piece, and even more complicated love!

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

An epic poem on just how unfair love can be... you used some great metaphors.