How very strange love presents itself to me.
I wish to hear the words of love that emulate my own love
But, I decline to hear it imitated.
I wish I could to describe love with such pleasantries
But, those who wish me say I love them is done with a left-hand twist.
They rather exploit my understanding love to the brink that I should not love them.
They choose to tell me stories that would go great with a whine.
I wish I could start to tell you about them with a happy note like C sharp.
What love I could tell you upon love is not what they want to hear.
I want to speak of this love that transcends the barriers that others place upon us.
I have to sweet talk my love to them provided they are in the center
And yet, I falter by stating loves that I wish they would appear when I go there again.
They have no concerns about this love unless that I fell down when only then to help me up.
They make one appear so practical in mathematics.
I wish to explain all of my reasons
But, it will only dilute a love that I am seeking for.
Their love songs are closer for requiem for a swan to sing.
I may enjoy some of their music
But, they get upset they wanted me to pay attention to its lyrics.
Are not they just a guilty if not more when say they marvel at my voice?
A contest entry
- Another Great Whine Out by pattyann4500.
1700 points, ended June 5, 2008, 14 entries
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You write lovely prose. As I read this, I got the feeling that you are surrounded, whether in real life or on the Internet, with may who tell you they love you and expect it to flow easily from you in return. Be true to yourself.
I loved reading this. When I noticed at first that you had used the word "love" so many times, I was afraid it would be redundant, but it didn't read that way. It read well, and you got your point across very well. Thank you so much for entering this wonderful piece. Patricia
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