Concerning Love

A poem concerning love. I love poetry

Love, this is love, a most glorious thing

If you have it, be honoured, if you don’t, seek it out

For I know love and I had it once

But it ran off and left me alone

 

But what is love, but a thing that we feel

Is it more than just acts of the brain

It is full body bliss, a woman to kiss

And a life to adore but your own

 

So Im seeking out love, and it’s love that I seek

As I need ecstasy once again

But where does one look, for love, sweetest love

But in oneself, and oneself’s all alone

 

I love when I love, but I hate not to love

And the latter is mine for the while

But Id rather be hating a love so complete

Than loving a love that’s not pure