Art of Love

Art of Love

A Poem by aWriter
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there are like 10 million poems named the art of love

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Do Not Despair. . . What arguement or question could give you what you
want? There is no reason or answer that could simplify your heart,
Without saying any words or crying any tears, there is this thang called
love, to you it is an art. Pleasing with the mind and sometimes
soothing of the soul can open someones eyes and keep them feelin full.
Never could feelings , ever be so strong, except when lost in love your
journey seems too long. You think of me as art some "art" that you have
elevated but never have I not been there. Always since you were created.
I am not contagious or in your genes not anywhere to be exact. I am
laughter, sadness, happiness & pain. I`m like an actor who masters
different roles for sure though, I am no act. Surpress me and weaken me,
you can even bottle me up. Throw me in the closet or try and toss me
out. Your mind will never let me go, I am more than just a thought. You
did not make me up or find me during the day. I`m part of any life Let
me correct that, I am the way. You shall classify me as what you want.
you may decide I cannot control you. Let me tell, That is not my Goal in
life, come close and let me know. Your lonely and afraid Im always
there, without a doubt. "Hate has locked you up. please know love`s
gonna bust you out" I am motivation for the mind also caretaker of the
soul There`s a thin line between love and hate. Its so thin there`s a
whole universe between it. Thats thinking small without control. I`m
saying the answer is No. No line between it Without hate, there is not
love That cannot let go untold It`s the story of all existence Excuse me
for being so bold I am a respect of life a feeling of pride and of self
worth. After Im gone all that seperates us, Theoretically, is 6 feet of
dirt. Not because Im not with you but because I am the earth. You
always think of me last when I always thought of you at first Come and
let me touch you I`ll sweetin up the air. Make you feel a lil sumthin
sumthin, remember, before , you would not dare Always remember what I`m
here for. Always remember that`s to care... Before, again and always
Down, below and above This, then, there, I Am The Art Of Love!

© 2012 aWriter


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Added on May 4, 2012
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aWriter

Chicago, IL



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