I feel your love in
grains of warm sand
close to my skin,
see your love
in waves kissed
with foam flecks,
hear your love
in the breath
of wind caressing
taste your love -
on your skin,
smell your love
in your raw
know your love
without you uttering
a single word,
understand your love
because I save it -
to give back
you need me
if I am
What Is Love
Such a small word,
When I see this,
I am reminded of the song:
Love is for the way you look at me,
o, is for the only one I see,
v, is very very ... extraordinary,
e, is even more than one like me can adore.
When seen through the eyes of another,
one whose eyes are filled with emotion,
that puts no restraints,
no chains, no demands, that is love.
When one cries with another,
dances with another,
confides in each other,
accepts each other as is, that is love.
Trust, truth and honesty, built over time,
becomes that wall of hope
to an everlasting way of life,
taking us down that road of love.
Enjoy the journey.
This link goes back to a post I did in June of this year.
For those of you who haven't read: “What is Love”
Tangled; hand to
Hand, and claw
In a parallel font
One river ،
Your lips on mine–
as if aware
it is not air
my lungs need
I once thought I knew what love was. How the rich stain of passion soaked through to my very core. How hard it was just to bear affection, and how worthwhile the pain of regret could be. I remember how easily it was to forgive the heaviest of blows. Always in the name of love. There was no end because there was no beginning. It took years of tolling on my spirit for me to begin to see it all clearly. I was blinded by a veil of illusion, and of obsession. Till death do us part; no it was never love at all.
Time has a way of teaching us the lessons we never thought we would learn. The lessons of which we never understood to begin with. I can tell you that I’ve loved, beyond my wildest desires. I can tell you I’ve loved to a point of blood, and bruised regret. So much so, that I fear permanancy where I question myself. Such steep emotions come with high priced concern.
Now for the first time I am falling. Into the only arms that have never threatened me. For the first time I am learning. What it means to be in love. No fear. No fault. Just an incredible warmth that grows. And it just keeps on growing.
Never asking for anything more than my smile.
If we were
On this very
As we might!
Whatever would you like...?
Wrapping round me tight
Til I can think
More of us.
They say love is a friend, a warm feeling that warms you
but, isnt it the enemy?
Does it not give you hope, but than snatches it away, breaking you,
yes it comes with a warm feeling but when you begin to warm dosnt it stripe you of the warmth, leaving you bare with the dull darkness.
It will come with memories, but, dont those memories hunt you, mocking your naviety, leaving you on your knees, broken.
They say it make you stronger,
but, dosnt it also break you,
your self esteem,
making you question every choice,
your life, and the people around you.
It might be the friend thats there when your up,
Its also the friend that stabs you in the back when your low on your knees.
hand reachin’ forward
steady motion~ calming
a gentle push & pull
onward, forward grasp—
holding on to something
finding it growing anew
trying to always find a balance
with changes taking place,
as hands of time wave by-
readying the next moment of
a new era to come forth
but that won’t change how
the heart pulses, feels every
moment of this period of here/now
till the next meeting time
holding on to this, to even much later.
he is walking poetry
a voice like dewy dawn air
gleaming gold with new sunlight
a face like a symphony
a million notes lifting as one
a smile like a sparkler
exploding into tiny stars
eyes like a cup of coffee
dark and warm and soft and slow
he is walking poetry
an endless stream of the perfect words
i inhale his colours, his moonlight, his flower-wrapped spirit
and exhale him here, ink and paper, immortalized.
What Is Love?
Such a pure emotion, no matter how complicated
It can save, blind, even destroy
But it never fades easily
Whether we want it to or not
To express love is to bare your own weaknesses to another
To open yourself to being hurt
Praying it never happens
To sob when it inevitably does
Because love is one of the strongest sensations of all
One that sticks around forever,
Turning your life into an ugly mess
But love can be a saving grace too
It can inspire people to better themselves
To look out for one another
To respect boundaries and barriers
It can teach the ways of kindness
It can create a state of bliss,
Motivation just to get through another day
In the end, love is what we flawed humans make of it