Love is...

Love is candy apples at the fair

that we have shared

A bite of delicious sweetness

to our lips

we have caressed the utter bliss

of the Paradise's sinful fruit

reveled in its delightful taste

with not a drop to waste.

 

Love is the coffee that we drink

prepared by the morning at the sink

waking us from a nights slumber

to reveal the sky of amber

lit up upon our morning faces

remelding our caring embraces.

 

Love is not troubling that

he said this and she did what

yet instead it is the sublime

revelation of sweetness Supreme

sharing, caring, calling out on

another's name sometimes in

anger but let it be that we always

come back together joined in

unison for Love is simply the

knowing that we are kin.

 

 

Reviews

[Baby Boy]

Yes ma'am! Love is a beautiful thing! You represented it very well with your words! You seem to already have found it, or at least have known what it feels like! I'm still searching myself! LOL! But I do believe in it and this is a very beautiful and warming write! I loved it! You got me smiling sweetie! :) One luv miss Siddartha!

-JC-

[Linear]

Now isn't love grand. 6points

[ttom]

Great poem especially the last stanza...YOU GET IT!!!!!!!!!

[Drachke Thoth]

'A lock to the future,
a key to the past-
a rod to behold
...without a cast.'

-Drachke

[Melissa Kesead]

That was beautifully written. It flowed very nicely and sincerely represented the love between two people. Thank you for sharing.

[Emily B]

love is simply the knowing that we are kind

beautiful loving words

[Ken Simm.]

Love is all and none of those things. Love is uncomplex and very complicated. Love is completely incomplete. I like this very much.

[*** Hey Jude***]

You have painted a masterpiece with words desrcibing the truths of love! Beautiful ~ Jude xo

[Phibby Venable]

really wonderful write. unconditional love. lovely use of the candy apple.
fine work.

[Kyle A. Smith]

I myself liked the last paragraph the best.
I recently figured out what love was again...

alling out on

another's name sometimes in

anger but let it be that we always

come back together joined in

unison for Love is simply the

knowing that we are kin.


no matter what,
through it all,
there will always be Love.

[E. M. Murren]

So very true. You have really defined it well. Many cheers.