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Love Is...
Contributed by
Baronhawk
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Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 09:46:37 AM in AEST
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Love is as the tides
that teases the patience of empty harbours
an aroma of infinite wiles
that vanishes as often as fickle vapours.
Love is a bridge at times
that seeks to connect opposing shores
only to fall as certain as rhymes
and dash to pieces what hopes was before.
Love is a new beginning
a tale to start the futures to come
only to lead to further endings
and drown the future in empty chasms.
Love is at times a boon
the gift of passion that lifts the gloom
but in the end it's over too soon
a prelude to pain in history's tombs.
Love is just a guise
that we dress our pregnant pride
an emotion doomed by pretty lies
a borrowed shade whilst rains subside.
Love is a beggar's call
dressed in rags of feined innocence
to beg the scraps and table fall
and dread the strength of self-indulgence.
Love is all in all a lie
that we tell ourselves to ease our sins
for none admits their selfish wiles
solitary fears and lonely pains.
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Baronhawk
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2004-09-05 09:46:37]
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Re: Love Is...
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by Kie on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 10:53:04 AM AEST
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From the first stanza I was hypnotized to read. It is an excellent piece. I can't say that I agree with the way you view love but I can say that I value you as a poet and the tremendous gift you've been given.
Love to me is---50th wedding anniversaries, pushing the wheelchair of your closest life long friend on a walk in the spring. Love isn't just about falling, its about endurance to the very last mile---making it work.
Just rambles mind ya...
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