How do I describe love?
Not flowers, or birds, nor bees.
Not butterflies in the stomach,
nor that oh so mistaken thing,
called infatuation.
Love is more,
it is greater,
it is dirtier.
Love isn’t pretty, it’s real,
it’s trust, loyalty, camaraderie, and gritty.
A partner you fight with.
Who fights for you,
and you for them,
always, and forever.
Poetry
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I like the perspective on love this piece takes. It sounds like the narrator speaks from experience rather than using flowery language or idealistic depictions, making his/her views feel realistic. I’d consider changing two things:
1) Move “called infatuation” to a new line. The pause after “thing” kind of lets the reader sync the rhyme and rhythm of the words “bees” and “thing” in their head.
2) Take out the last line. The reader already knows the rest of your piece answers the opening question “How do I describe love?” There’s no need to reiterate.
Continue to write more great pieces! 🙂
Thank you for your feedback. I took both of your recommendations and edited the poem. Hope you like it! Thanks!