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A Word of Caution for the "Love Sick"

Don't be distracted
By the colors in the wind
They whirl by
They never stay
Within your grasping gaze

Do not be shaken
By the quakes that rock the earth
They rattle mountains
And tear down paper houses
But, too quickly are they spent

It's true... true love is binding
But it's more than just a thought
Much more ellusive
Than a feeling
It won't be 'found'
However sought

To be alone is frightening
It doesn't just pass by
Sometimes a day is like a month
Without someone by your side

But don't let every passing fancy
Dwell too long in your eye
For love is not ignited with a spark

Not every face
That speaks of passion
Offers what you need

For, every boy can seem a man at times

And every girl
Has starry eyes
If you just know
When to look

Author notes

Ok, I won't go into the frustrating situation in detail that inspired this piece. I think the meaning is self explanatory. It is just sad or frightening or both, the way some people become so afraid of being alone that they jump from one \
Written January 10th, 2006

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  • aRdNeK
    January 11, 2006
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    I can relate to these feelings a lot. Your words are very true. Very powerful, emotional, and descriptive write once again. It flows together well and truly tells an outstanding story. Great job! Keep up the amazing work!


  • M.A.King
    January 11, 2006
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    Your writing is as wonderful as ever. This is an excellent example of good free verse and I enjoyed your word choices, metaphors and phrasing. There are still tones of rhyme and meter.

    A melancholy perspective of love and I agree. That first 'trance' is not real love. I have arguments with my daughter on this: To me, love is simply a choice, not something that happens to us.) That intial delight and wonder is cultivated into devotion, dedication and deep loyalty to create what (I think) is real love.

    Having known it and lost it, being alone is less frightening to me than settling for less.

    Your poetry is just wonderful, whatever form you choose. I am glad to see you back writing and I hope to see more.

  • Black Swan Rose
    January 11, 2006
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    FRUSTRATION,HEARTBREAK AND DISILLUSION ARE ALL VERY PRESENT HERE IN THIS POEM. WE ALL GO THROUGH FEELINGS AND MOMENTS LIKE THESE.SOME OF US COPE BETTER THAN OTHERS. I MUST SAY I LIKE YOUR POEM VERY MUCH