Sometimes love is sad
With simple tears streaming down
Purifying dreams…
Other times love yearns
Longing for brief encounters
Remembering joy
Spontaneous love
Comes so unexpectedly
Plunging in the heart
Love is a grand ride
Soaring, diving, thrilling
Emotional flights…
Love never makes sense—
Overwhelming obsessions…
Complete fantasies…
It is fun to love!
To feel completely alive—
Then yearning so…
Love does not let go
‘even to the edge of doom’
love is eternal
Author notes
This is my favorite Sonnet by Shakespeare
Sonnet 116 William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, through rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours or weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
The picture of the Mantis and the Peony was taken by
my good friend Steven Clark
A contest entry
- In my life... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended October 14, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Truth in such brilliantly written words. I love Shakespeare. The photo is mesmerizing. Beautifully done.
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Jane..you bring to me the eternal travel of the love..grateful to the confessions which are inspiring ones..well done..



