It could be said of love ..a deep feeling from within or an emotion so intensely felt, that laughter, tears, hurt, and joy could be bundled all in one and the meaning the same, each love like a snowflake, but so different and as writing ..this poem was our love!
If love could be described
our love would be the nearest definition
if a great philosopher were to write
it would be a love like ours his intuition
nights sipping wine the same glass
tasting lips soaked, our love
if any love a bond, if any love last
it was certainly our love!
If a scribe to pen something moving
his ink words on paper come alive
and the world feel something brewing
minds the world over know love right
our love reaching the upper echelons
and the millions to wish every night
same inspiring love, that of poems and songs
something unique, it was our love!
If the outer limits of space reached
and love the fuel to propel
and schools classes of love teach
our love great lips tell
we could read each others mind
we could look into each others soul
our love an ecstasy more than sex find
couples a desire, it would be our love to know.
If time were the master
the hours spent on what makes love tick
the hands that moved faster
the second hand of love many sick
but our love each click slowed the motion
movements so fluidly and timely
we loved as if time no meaning
it would be our love forever, time spent defining!
Poetry
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This is really beautifully written. I love this representation of love you created.
Thank you very much.