Lasting Love

Lust or Love or Lasting Love..

Theirs was the love of a special
And different kind.
That all men envy
And few men find.

A strong love
Fearing not;
Absence nor hindrance.

They were not jealous
Of what the other could achieve,
But sat; quietly proud
As the spotlight shifted to-and-fro.
Like the sun and the moon
Dying daily
That the other may glow.

A wholesome love
Sixty years spent
Swinging on the same yellow patio.
Asleep, sided-by-side in the same bed
Where, on that first blessed night
They consummated ideas of the head.
A daring and gradual crescendo
For life's most beautiful duet.

'And to death do us part'
Held no meaning here,
For not even death could part
Their love; their ways
With each in the others heart.

Author's Note

I have seen a number of poems written (and have myself written a number of poems) trying to describe the difference between the two big "L's," lust and love. But recently I have been wondering what the difference between love and "lasting love" could be described as, or if their IS even a difference between these two ideas. With that I present to you my best understanding of these differences. Please feel free to review, comment, and discuss your take on this notion.

Reviews

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

"Like the sun and the moon
Dying daily
That the other may glow."

Beautiful lines there. I really loved that. Your work has such a nice flow to it. The words just move beautifully down the page.

[TheRaven]

I don't get to see a thoughtful outlook on love and its many forms too often, so you can imagine I was pretty pleased when I read this. Structurally sound, the punctuation marks are well placed. Enough of the structural side, the content itself is... nice, to put it simply. Reminds me of a summer's day reading a book out on the deck by the bay, looking out at the water. Perhaps lust is simply the hunger for each other's flesh. Perhaps love is beyond that within each other's minds, and then there is lasting love. Lasting love, unlike love, does not link itself to the concept of being together physically. It can last through the storms of distance. Love that does not part under any circumstance. It does not stop simply because things get rough, the ship is only remade stronger after every scar the rough oceans inflict. Thank you for this, I enjoyed it immensely.

[GalaxyGhost]

The last paragraph was my favourite of this outstanding poem! Real love lives on past death. Love that is true was perfectly captured in your poem!

[slfisher89]

I like when the speaker references the first night; he speaks of intellectual consummation; which moves the love to a deeper level. This poem reminds me of the Romantic era poetry like Keats.