Love Is

I am in love.

Love is not a sanctuary.

It is not a vast, open field,

Nor a delicate, blooming flower.

Love is not a dream.

You do not open your eyes to a transparent universe,

It does not blanket you with stars.

Love is not kind.

It does not embrace you like a flame on a cold day.

It does not stare dreamily into your eyes.

Love is a fortress.

Love is an abyss.

Love is a plague.

It grips you by your jugular and 

wrenches you into a violent kiss,

It blinds you by a light so vivid that 

you become blind to anything else.

It chains you to it 

and consumes the key.

I am blinded by love.

           Perhaps I have avoided it's light for far too long.

For it has scarred me.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Such an opposite view of what people generally write about love but so true. Love makes us do crazy things and it really dies hit us hard; it is all consuming. Nice write!

[Ana D S M]

Wow, really great poem. Very gripping.

[crystallized illusions]

Thank you so much.

[Ana D S M]

Welcome! :)