loveA Poem by TaleshaIs it really true?
So what's this love that everyone claims to want?
To have and to hold..perhaps til death, What is this love? Affection,caring and being there for each other? Or is it nothing of that sort? Is it the tears that stream because of hurt- the hurt of not ever being with the one.. The one whom you "fell for" It seems that "love" is used too generously- without meaning-tis a stereotype A word that's abused by those with cruel intentions-consciously and unconsciously True love isn't the roses,the texts and the dates It's the sadness..the sentiments of isolation and the desire to become a better person. True love is like my grandma, Who has loved -one man for over forty years and though his sun set early, She never loved another again-besides the offspring. Love grows,it blooms as the wonderous poui tree, It has the power to stir feelings that makes one alive, become optimistic-yet disappoints The fairy tale love...does it really exist? It may not seem so, but unlike fairy tales Love is unconditional and eternal, It satisfies the moments of life It sustains life but it destroys life.. It teaches the lessons of broken trust,pain but that is the epitome of love, For if one overcomes the broken trust and embraces forgivness time after time Then maybe that love is true. Just maybe,full trust could never be gained .... One does not know the feelings their partner feels It is a risk... A risk one has to take-to overcome the infidelity,the silly mistakes,jealously and the deaths... Love is unfortunate, Love is replaceable and it's forgetten But despite everything, we all want that love Love doesn't exist,
because it wasn't created in the first place it is merely understood, found in the most unusual places The compassion of love is based on genuity and grace,it is found by anyone..different colour,different race. © 2012 TaleshaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 11, 2012 Last Updated on July 11, 2012 AuthorTaleshaCaribbean, Trinidad and TobagoAboutAbout me? Well,I dream about love,curious about life after death.I have visions of a future that I'm not sure will ever happen,but I dream of them anyway.I have been broken-heartened,by my own blood a.. more..Writing
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