Poem -
How I Used To Think Of Love
How I thought of sweetness
It was ill-conceived
How I thought of honey
The taste believed
It was sweet, it was pleasing to my sense
But, I grievously took for granted
The saccharin savoured is but a momentary indulgence,
compared to your kiss
How I thought of beauty
It was inadequate, so unfounded
How I thought of heaven
It was only grounded
It was only when I saw you that beauty became real
I conceived new conceptions and believed
Realising love when you touched me
How I used to think of love
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Comments
Hi Michael,
Sometimes love is fleeting. We think it is eternal, only to slip away as the euphoria fades. Sometimes it rekindles, but so often, it is lost. Very nice write.
Peace and Love,
xox Larry
Hi Michael,
I agree with Larry on this piece. You have given us a beautiful and poignant piece that enthralls the reader right to the end. Love can be fleeting, but it also teaches us so much, and as long as we all try to learn from our mistakes and pitfalls then we will be able to move on and find true love because it does exist. The old saying that there is someone out there for everyone is quite true so we can all have some faith. Well done for a superbly well written and well thought through piece sweetie. You should be proud of your talent because this piece shows very clearly your considerable talent for writing poetry.
Well done honey and God bless
G xx
Thank you so much Georgina. Your feedback is great appreciated. Yes, love is a tricky wonder. At times I'm caught between 'Love Hurts' and 'Love is a wonderful Thing'. These two polar-different songs tell about so convincingly, you don't know which to believe or adopt. I guess it depends on where you're at relationship-wise. Personally, I try to rewrite a song in my head or just make my own, to avoid being hurt in any way. I believe that there is somebody special for each person in the world. My soulmate is out there somewhere. Maybe I'll find her soon. Thanks for the compliments, my dear. Poetry is love, too. Without it, how can we feel? Take care.
Thank you Larry. I appreciate your feedback and additional sentiments to this piece. You're right that love is a fleeting thing. It can come from out of nowhere, capture you like a lasso and not let you go for a time. But then suddenly, it lets go before you even realize at times. Thanks for reading. Peace.