~ True Love ~

 

 

 Tr.u.e. L.o.v.e.

 ‘Bridges’ yet crossed - or even burned

 

That afternoon in autumn,

 

 the Sun began releasing ‘Her Tears of Hope’,

 

 Standing there embracing,

 

looking up, as a light mist caressed our faces…

 

True Love, Indeed… the strongest, matched by no other

Lost in attraction, steady ones breath, are you listening?

Interpersonal love, shaped of elements of fallacy -

Spawns the birth, now borne of Love or Infatuation?

 

Jane Doe: “When we talk, you're always attentive to everything”

John Doe: “I Love how you cook, clean and treat me like a King”

 

Love begins of innocence, nothing short of harmless

Craving sense of mystery, passing boundaries, no expectations

Desire to please; you do not want to possess…

Engulfed in Flames of shadowed passions, your heart at rest!

 

Jane Doe: “You used to dive in, exploring my shores”

John Doe: “You appreciated, respected my Love. Now…you Expect so-much-more.”

 

Choices made, perceptions viewed, push to shove…

Could you spend your life, 24 hours a day with the one you Love?

Can Love last forever…? What do we 'choose' to sacrifice…? Exactly…  

Explore the nature, understanding the function of Love.

 

Jane Doe: “Ashamed I am, concealing pain with silent cries �" you never cared”

John Doe: “You thrive on mind games of torment and despair”

 

Pain vibrates, shattered dreams, crossing lines of gray

Tomorrow, soon will deliver an 'envelope of dismay'

Rhythm of dance, life once treasured, now lost forever…

To each left scars, unseen, chiseled within their soul...

 

Jane Doe: “I guess you never really loved me at all!”

John Doe: “Go ahead and take another picture off the wall!”

 

 

 

On first glance, Love (First Love, for the second time, third or so-on)

We believe this is {True Love}…

 

Is this possible?

Do we have an idea of their favorite color, number, T.V. show and/or what makes them (tick)?

No~… We seem to judge the visible aspects such as appearance, smell, things outwardly that pulls us in.

 

Can Love really be defined?  Does True Love ever fail us?

 Are 'We' willing to work through differences together? (Not by looking in front of 'Us')

 We seem to exclude ourselves �" that’s right… This is a one-way-street, right…?

Love...in all facets -

A development of ‘who we are'...Want to ‘be’...What we can ‘do/be’ for others…

SILENT PROMISE 'ONCE MADE', LEFT DROWNING IN A SOUR GLASS OF WINE... 

Does True Love 'Ever Die'...?

  

 ~Legacy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tania Leigh]

A unique format made this fun to read.....the stanzas in red, to me, are like a narrator speaking his piece, and then his voice fades away in time for the vignettes of dialogue.

I can easily see this acted out on a stage with spot lighting alternating between Jane & John Doe and the narrator, who is off to the side.

A wonderfully insightful write about the cycles of love and human relationships.

[Tonya (the Night Writer..]

Definitely hits home with the dissolving of a relationship you thought would last forever. i understand this because i've been there.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

That was really cool. This piece of romantic work was definitely something new; nothing I've ever read before. The tone was excellent with it's "mystical" and romantic sounds; the structure was great, not to mention the dialogue which was the most creative feature I've ever in between stanzas. This certainly reflects actual relationships (no matter clueless I am about romance, I no for a fact that you captured authentic feelings), especially romance in high school. :P Anyways, this is a beautiful piece; you stun me. ^^ Thanks for sharing. I hope my review (like many of these lovely entries) satisfy you... seeing as you got dozens on the first day of posting this. lmao!

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[Jason Nuciola]

I love it but its more of a story

[Yemaya Theresa]

This is amazing piece. Great writing like you always do.

[John Fitzgerald]

We see and feel we must drink this bitter wine together.
We must both partake in our new independance from and with each other
To truly understand that this, our love, can indeed survive.
Vulnerablity; so attractive on paper and on the screen, is no place for the knowing;
instead revel in the mystery and the pain that are but facets of this Love.
Jane Doe: "I don't know if I can forgive you."
John Doe: "Maybe I don't want your forgiveness. I do not want to be right, I only want you."

[Mountain Dawn]

You have put into words the different languages of love between men and women and time. This piece is one that should be given to each and every couple, no matter what the age. Time dilutes the passion of new love and you have expressed that beautifully. I love pieces that make me FEEL. This does that in spades.
As for criticism, I have nothing negative to say at all. This is wonderful work!

[Noeme]

Legacy,

Once again you have blessed me with your writing. I love the style and the imagery you used to create your poem. It really can transport you so that it seems like you are looking at a play unfold with all the drama and passion. It says alot about what most relationships endure. The style is great. Keep up the good work dear friend. I look forward to reading more.

Noeme

PS...sorry I have not been on for quite awhile.......

[Ani Ashford]

Yes.... in a word. It echoes some of the emotions in my poetry. Thanks. Beautifully done

[Michael]

SILENT PROMISE 'ONCE MADE', LEFT DROWNING IN A SOUR GLASS OF WINE... Does True Love 'Ever Die'...?

Throughout this progressive poem, I see the degenerative side of this infatuation called love. I copied and pasted the last part of your poem cause this last line sums it all up. Except for the last part "Does True Love 'Ever Die'...? My question is Does True Love even exist.

There was a time that I believed in love but as I grew older it was the idea of love, that fairy tale kind of love that I was accustomed to believing was what love was. But throughout my life, I discovered that love, faded heats of passion, infatuation, lust, whatever it may be called never NEVER lasts.

I dispise that very mention of love, it sends out a false sense of hope that possibly one can indulge in the embrace of anothers caring arms, in the name of 'love', just to have their minds brainwashed into thinking that this could possibly be the one that I will spend the rest of my misrable life with, just another person to drag me deeper into this false hope of 'happily ever after'

But over all this was a very well written poem.

[David Lewis Paget]

I think the harsh facts of the matter are that when one is young, we are programmed to be attracted to someone based on physical attributes, someone who will either bear healthy children, (female), or provide the right DNA for children, (male). Nature is only interested in perpetuating itself. After the physical attraction has worn off, or become jaded, which usually happens after nature has accomplished its purpose, i.e. the children are already born, we are left to look at each other and wonder what attracted us in the first place. If we're lucky, we discover that we do have other things in common, that we do possess an empathy for each other - the other party amuses us, fulfills us, looks after us, protects us etc. As long as their peculiarities don't drive us to distraction, (or vice versa), and as long as we don't have to be in their company 24/7, there is hope for a continuance.
So what is 'true love.' As an older person (63) I think I look back now and realise that true love is a selfless love, one that is concerned with looking after one's partner without any thought for your own comfort. It's that warm glow you get when the partner comes home safe and sound, with the appreciation that only comes with years of intimacy and familiarity. It's not that burning, obsessional, sexual love that consumes the young. It's the warm, caring, sensual love of age.
The poem above is interesting in its layout - point, counterpoint, but I think it could be tightened up a bit.
'Breathe' in the second line of the first stanza should be 'Breath.'