| What Is Love
Posted: 7/21/2008 11:34:13 AM | What Is Love? April 28, 2008
Does anyone know?, what real love is...
Can it be the ecstasies of romantic passion,
Is it the pain of heart wrenching loss?
Does it grow ever stronger, with the taking,
Of desperate chances?
Is it in the meeting of shyful eyes,
While sharing a laugh, or a soda?
Will it destroy, a man or woman,
If it is too strong and possessive?
Will I die, old and hopefully wise,
But without the love I need?
Can you love a dream, what if,
Your dream come true,
Cannot love you?
I knew some two in love,
Two became one,
And one became three...
Her lips were as soft as raindrops,
His were smooth and gentled.
She'd always mouth, "I Love You!"
Across a crowded room.
Their, eyes-would say" it's almost over darling,
I'll be with you soon.
She loved to wear his clothes,
They'd picked them out, together.
He loved to kiss her sweet nose,
A twinkling star, in stormy weather.
He would bathe in her eyes,
This, heaven knows!
They washed each others bodies,
Almost every day.
Simple fun Together,
Simple loving play.
She'd told him of every birthday,
And every man she'd loved.
He kept no secrets from her,
His beloved, lovely dove.
Translating life, so both might understand,
Why it feels so good, when he gently kisses her hand.
Naturally, they clasp in ecstasy, simultaneous,
The feeling overflows.
Oh how I loved you Honey!
But this must needs pass,
I do, want a living lass!.
The world, my world, now knows,
I really loved You!!!
Eleanor, gone lately..?
How do you know, when true love is close?
When the person across from you,
Makes you feel good inside,
How do you tell Her, I like you most?
That I wish she were always by my side...
And what if she knew, her soft tresses,
Do gently tickle my senses, I am afraid,
Telling Her such, might just convince her,
Not to become my friend.
For some believe, a man so bold apon paper
Has lost then, the ability to act,
Apon his own feelings.
What if she sensed this to be untrue?,
That his shyness be without equal!
Were they to spend some more time together,
He would feel more at ease,
In the light of her absolute inner beauty.
If I were to show her, the best I can be,
And she has shown me the same,
I would surely love Her, until I died,
Waiting ever, until she came.
For to come into heaven,
Hands held and heads bowed low,
Unless I tell her, she will never know...
Love is still living, in a vibrant world,
Alone, but for the child of my loins,
Where I am lately looking forward,
To a simple yet serene moment,
When I get to hold your hand,
In honest shy and fearful mine.
Love is accepting, this profundity,
May only be mine alone,
Love truly is, I wish I may,
She just might?
And so, back to love I know!
Love is an often shared kiss,
And cheerfully shared chores,
Secret passion, "behind closed doors"
Love is spending but a few hours,
With your sweetheart, only to sigh,
At parting for another while.
Love is singing, all the way home.
Love is seeing your mate,
Comfortable, happy, and safe!
For this be the difference,
Between sex, and True Intimacy!
I think, love is not an it.
Love is me, and how,
I would be, ever.
Love is trust, however blind, knowing,
That one will never give up!!!
Love is God's Gift to Us, love can be,
Everyone's...
Fear not, lonely souls,
You can have love too,
Just wish to God,
Somewhere, some way,
Your dreams will,
Come unto You!
So Sincerely,
(C) R.L. Barlow | |
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