Love.

Love.

A Poem by Sofia Papastavrou
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   Define love...Love is an extremely perplex sentiment that seems to be put into words differently by every person. I believe everybody deserves this feeling of love. It’s unlike any other. To know that someone cares for you, endures you and has a desire of lust for you is an inexplainable feeling. But the problem is, love comes with many ups and downs and is not easy to achieve this opportune state of mind. Like writing a paper for school. Lets attach this to love. Like the introduction... everything comes new to you. Your just starting to realize what this ‘feeling’ has to offer. The body paragraph is definitely a crucial part of any relationship. This determines whether or not things are going to run smoothly. And lastly the conclusion... the conclusion doesn’t necessarily mean the relationship is going to end. It means your making up your mind to either let yourself love or to not. This is basically the stage where everything gets wrapped up and the mood is set for the rest of the relationship. If all goes wrong, you’ll find yourself in a rather despondent mood. This is what we call love sick. I believe everyone will or has gone through a love sickness in there life. This feeling is extremely hard. You let yourself fall, but no one is necessarily there to catch you.  In the rather unfortunate cases you will find yourself being depressed at all times. The sadness takes over. Trying to get over this feeling is possible, yet finical. No one wants to hear disappointing, heart wrenching news, because most often they will become solemn. Which is why love is not easy to achieve. There are so many let downs and broken hearts and upsetting news along the way. But need i say don’t give up, you will find your happy place. No matter how long it takes. Everyone deserves this feeling. Love can be defined in so many different ways. it is JUST a word yet contains so many different perspectives. Love is shouted into the void so often its become useless. But the FEELING of love is different. Everyone is going to define it in many different ways based on there past accounts. It has no set definition. Love does not own one analogue, which is why its such a special topic to altercate upon.


Love is love.

© 2014 Sofia Papastavrou


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Sofia Papastavrou
Please all honesty and Im open to all comments

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