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-

[forfila]

oh Siddartha, you have my love as kin,, a beautiful poem, not more I could say than this is most wonderful, really and truly =)

Love from
Me

[SweetPeachesAlways]

Love is folding someone's shirts knowing that, when you see them in it, your hands lovingly smoothed out the fabric that now caresses their skin...

Very beautiful write! Very excellent! I especially love the first two stanzas! Wow. Good flow and imagery. I am there at the fair with you! Paradise's sinful fruit - how wonderfully visual! What a delight your work is - so glad I staggered in here, hungry, and devouring what you write is just what I needed to satiate me! Thanks!

[Micheal Teal]

Love is a beautiful poem by a gentle and beautiful soul. Thank you for this enchanting embrace. The words illuminate my spirit like moonbeams on the water. Love is the appreciation of those gifts that are so often overlooked in life. The gift of life , the gift that is my wife , the gift of earth -air -sky and water , the gift of happiness and the gift that is you. When an angelic presence like you shares an esoteric thought like this it teaches the soul to fly.

[Rain]

I've been married 36 years, and you get it. When your in that first stage, an argument means a breakup, the end of the world, etc. But, When you're in love you know you will work it out. The simpliest things like your morning routine is such a part of love. This is a Top piece of writing. Rain..

[dEj]

love is making each others sack lunch
even PB&J tastes better when constructed by one we love. ;~D
very beautiful poem.