Love Has No End

I borrowed this from the love verse from 1 Corinthians 13 from the Bible. We always know when we are really in love, right?

One look into your eyes

And I was instantly overwhelmed with love

Your bright smile beckoned me

Your warm hands comforted me

You were sent from heaven

To cause me nothing but bliss

And I was in love!

 

Love is always patient and kind,

But I can’t seem to stand

hours you keep me waiting

The dates you break off at the last minute

I can’t help but lash back at you,

When after all that you think all will be alright

Just after one kiss

 

Love is never jealous

But how can I help myself,

When you seem to spend all the time with her?

Of course you work together,

Yet lately you are always working late

And I sit all alone

As my imagination wonders

What exactly are the two of you doing?

 

Love is never boastful or conceited

But yet I couldn’t stop myself,

You were the pearl I had looked for all my life

Like a proud owner I flaunted you,

Rubbing you on everone’s face

I was always the ugly duckling

But finally I had met a handsome prince

Maybe I over did it

Maybe I pushed you away, after all

 

Love is never rude or selfish

But what was I supposed to do?

Just sit back and watch the two of you make out,

Was it selfish of me to burst in on you?

While you both still had your clothes on?

Yes, I am selfish. I deserve to know the truth

And I had the right to know your choice

 

Love does not take offence, it is not resentful.

Yet I can’t seem to be able to forgive

Even with the red roses lined up before me,

The image of the two of you

Forever imprinted in my mind

How can I just let it go?

How will I know it will never happen again?

How can I move on, and let you embrace me

When all the warmth and comfort you offered,

Seems to have frozen?

 

Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth.

So I should be delighted,

That you came right out and admitted, finally.

So all my suspicions had always been true,

She wasn’t your first, nor second, nor third

You had them lined up way before you met me,

Yet I had thought you my angel

Sent specifically for me

Yet I was just a drop,

In your sea of lovers

 

Love is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes

But I know I didn’t sign up for this.

For how can I excuse an offense that hasn’t been committed only once?

And how can I ever trust you again?

Am I to keep hoping that someday you will change

While I endure all the heartache you put me through?

I deserve much better,

And that’s not you.

 

Love does not come to an end.

Well….

I guess what I had wasn’t love then,

Right?

Reviews

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

Hello Whitehart,

Before i read your poem, I figured it would be a romantic piece, having borrowed lines form the bible verses that speak of what love is. But I was surprised.

What you did here is a deconstruction. Love isn't linear, written to be true. It is personal, and the persona in this poem shares it all.

Yes, I am selfish. I deserve to know the truth
And I had the right to know your choice
-My favorite lines.

This is one very memorable poem about love for me, and I definitely loved your ending.
KEEP IT UP WHITEHART!
I miss you.

Punishment