Love is a fleeting dream.
The one thing that is lost.
The one thing that is gained.
Love is A Paradox.
Confusing, hurting, neverending.
LOve is all these.
Greater than hate.
Lower than Envy.
Love is torn.
The love that is lost is one that you'll never find agian.
If you lose your love, you've lost life.
Love is life.
Life is long.
Love is short.
Love is more than one thing.
You can love friends.
Love lovers.
Love the dead.
But can you love forever?
Real love is forever.
When do you find it?
Where is it hidden?
There it is found.
Look above the ground.
You can find it.
You don't need to seek.
I will find you.
Unless you think your weak.
Live your life, and love the dawn.
You you find it.
You lover.
You will know.
The feeling you will get.
It's like the first time you saw it snow.
You need to take this feeling.
Learn how it feels.
Release your feelings.
Let her know.
Don't hold back, or you'll go cold.
Let her know...
Let her know...
Let her know...
Just like the fisrt time it snowed..
Let her know...
Don't hold back.
Don't let her go.
Let her know.
Your feelings.
Let them go.
If she leaves now.
You'll never find that love.
The love that you've longed for.
It's here, this is that love.
Don't let her go.
The snow falls.
It gets cold.
But your not alone.
Your bodies tuch.
You no longer cold.
You didn't let her go.
You both watch it snow.
The feeling inside.
I warm, not cold.
You've found it.
The love that was lost.
No more questions about it.
Those can all be tossed.
You finally did it.
You let her know.
No longer cold...
Out in the snow...
A contest entry
- The Pain That Love Brings by Sesheta.
600 points, ended September 10, 2007, 64 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - whatever you want by Anonymous Shadow.
600 points, ended October 1, 2007, 119 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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good job...
this poem is well written and seems to be straight from the heart, however, there are quite the few mistakes in here that, i too, encourage you to edit. but beyond that it was a gr8 job and good luck in the contest!! -
Please re-read and edit your mistakes. There are some typos.
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:)
I Love this poem... but you should call me more often... i get sad sometimes. I try callin you all the damn time. and everybody is always online. so please call me when YOU want to talk to me.
i love you.



