Love is...
puddle jumping in yellow rain boots,
hand in hand while the rain,
falls around us to the sidewalk,
but we don’t feel wet
Love is…
knocking on the door at midnight,
the third time after a date,
just to say hello again,
because goodbyes are so bitter.
Love is…
messy hair after pillow talk,
laughing kisses as sunlight pours-
through the open French doors,
speckling your skin.
Love is…
learning when to let go,
while treating his fragile heart,
like the wings of a butterfly-
fragile and breakable.
A contest entry
- 24 hr Quickie......Define Love in 15 lines by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 7, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - star crossed lovers by Cerbie20.
1325 points, ended August 31, 2008, 87 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the last stanza was filled with emotion and pain, and i really think that it was good. i like the comparasion, the wings of a butterfly. this was a good poem. keep up the good work!
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Love is…
learning when to let go,
while treating his fragile heart,
like the wings of a butterfly-
fragile and breakable.
this last stanza i really heart~ hehe
while treating his fragile heart, like the wings of a butterfly -
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This really sweet, beutifully penned with lots of gorgeous images (my raincoat used to be yellow, makes me associate all the freedoms of younger childhood with the ease of lurve
But isn't it supposed to be 15 lines? (meh, it works)
=> Jess
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This is gorgeous....soft and breathtaking
Thank you for sharing your heart! I love this...
Lynda
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