there is no modern romance.
all love is old love.
it's all been felt, done, seen, and sung before.
love is a concept that spans great distance.
in history, it is a prevalent theme.
river's run red from it.
lovers slit skin 'cause of it.
from love ballads to tragedies
we can see it;
the hurt,
the hunger.
the rage it wreaks
and marks it leaves!
yet still, we crave it.
find solace in a sad tune and
learn to say it:
i love you.
but it isn't always true.
sometimes we fake it.
catch a yellow bird and try to tame it.
find a square peg and try to change it.
love leaves all the time,
it's in it's nature.
if you had it, but it's past,
at least you held it!
we pick it, in vain hope of keeping it,
and keep it, in vain hope, it won't fade.
until it's gone, we don't know it's wrong
to try to hold it for so long.
in the midst
the throws
the moans of it
we want to scream out
in agony we swear to know
like the back of our hand.
but oh child, don't you feel it?
how the earth knows woes.
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you cover quite a bit of ground in this piece. I think it is safe to say that you have hit upon a good many truths. You could ask 100 different people what love means to them and you would get 100 different answers. It really is all about perception. thanks for sharing. Peace & Light, Kendal
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Nice poem! It started like prose, but as it ran down, it caught fire; rather it kindled the fire in me. Especially the phrases “tame the bird and change the peg” - awesome.
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Wow.
That was really beautiful.
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