Love whispers a promise of a joyful beginning, as if loss will never break your bones. But it leaves just as quickly, hands full of blossoms you’ll never hold again. Love burns you with its touch, pretending it is warmth. It stays too long, pressing the air until you can’t breathe, then vanishes, taking with it the light you thought would last. Love seduces you into believing that endings can be beautiful.
Great poem, Paul! Haven't we all believed we met love like this? I once thought that this was just what 'love' was and did. Then, I realized twas not love at all, but what we humans reduce it to. Truly is heartbreaking, isn't it?
Blessings and may MUCH GENUINE LOVE fill you. ~Wendy💜
Good one. It is love with the punch line : but not necessarily practical life. Morrissey says in asong(at last ia m born song) "vulgarians know". But without the boomers who is going to casually ask each other about their love life? If it did not feel administrative2e: directing a little bite my way, I would tak it up, how's your love of the people? Ugh. Lost. All is lost. I feel. But you are strong source of bloody bloodiness, in the face of practical dismemberment. Bless you child.
Thank you for sharing this, @Kimberly Root
Thanks for restacking this, @Wendy Gray
Thanks to @Alison Redford for sharing this poem.
Thanks for this restack, @Margaret Fleck
Thank you for sharing your writing.
Defines “bittersweet” so truly, Paul. The stanza of love through the seasons is a gem.
Love’s deceptive play haunts as it lays in replay.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Jamesina. I think love can also lie in replay.
Love always plans on healing the cracks and breaks, but it doesn't always happen. It takes time to find love that is with you to love as well as heal.
Yes, Paul, that always seems to be the plan.
Great poem, Paul! Haven't we all believed we met love like this? I once thought that this was just what 'love' was and did. Then, I realized twas not love at all, but what we humans reduce it to. Truly is heartbreaking, isn't it?
Blessings and may MUCH GENUINE LOVE fill you. ~Wendy💜
Thank you for reading and commenting, Wendy. And may love fill you, as well!
Good one. It is love with the punch line : but not necessarily practical life. Morrissey says in asong(at last ia m born song) "vulgarians know". But without the boomers who is going to casually ask each other about their love life? If it did not feel administrative2e: directing a little bite my way, I would tak it up, how's your love of the people? Ugh. Lost. All is lost. I feel. But you are strong source of bloody bloodiness, in the face of practical dismemberment. Bless you child.
Thank you for reading, Nathan, and for the interesting comment. I will give it some additional thought.
Wow, talk about getting a roller-coaster of emotions out of this one!
Love is often like a rollercoaster, isn’t it, Jordan. At least it seems so at times.
Carrying that light reverently, Richard. 🌹for your dear Minnie 💔
Until you discover your true soulmate...
Yes, and then surprises abound
Very sad. This is a temporal world.
I do not think eternity a fitting place for you and me.
So beautiful and true.🩵
I’ve been there once Paul, and that was enough for me. 🙃
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