Love Poem

This poem is about how lies seep into our poems of love and mask the truth of the object of our affection.

I could write dramatic poesy,
print words to paint pictures
potent in partial half formed truth.

I could write of longing, stirring, 

my desire unchecked
and ravaging my every thought.

I could pen mountains,
chisel promises in stone,
and proclaim eternity to the wind.

I could build you up with hollow words
scripted in an ever changing water.
Instead, I'll tell the truth--

the flaws, fights, and inconsistencies,
the monotony of day to day,
the price of commitment,
of love.

Reviews

[henrie s]

every love is a different love. every love is flawed, as it should be, and i think that with your honesty you really conveyed that. so, thanks.

[just is]

I really love this write, so full of truth.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

This has flow and it is relate-able. Props.

[allie_arrowz]

oh yes, definitely better.
:)

[jessdixon]

I love how you took a truthful approach to a love poem and didn't fill it with false and fluffy comparisons. It has a great cadence to it too. Nice work!

[Djzelly]

Love and ease of how these words flow together along with the truthfulness of the poem itself. Love isn't all flowers and fluttery feelings. It's real and at times it's a challenge.