Sometime, someplace
Love enters the mind
Either you see it
Or you avoid it
But you never forget its presence
Sometime, someplace
Love enters the body
Either you enjoy
Or you disregard
But you never forget its feeling
Sometime, someplace
Love enters the soul
Either you sense it
Or you are blinded by it
But you never forget its ambience
Sometime, someplace
Love enters the person
Whether they be child
Or sweet mother
They never let go of their bond.
Author notes
4. Senses of Love
A contest entry
- Free Rein - with Hints... by RedAquarius.
425 points, ended May 29, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks for adding the option.
I like the formatting here, the soft repetition presents a nice flow. Love is so many things, I never though of it being senses per se so that was a fresh view for me, thank you! I think, for me, the 3rd stanza was the best and the one I could most relate to. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest!
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This is a touching poem... I really like the beautiful way this was so softly created... the repitition works wonderfully and the ending was just amazing good luck in the contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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From the contest rules: Please note your option choice in Author's notes. Will be back to review at end of contest - thanks.
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