What Does True Love Feel Like?

Not that intresting...

What Does True Love Feel Like?

 

Show me your pain under the glass.

Point to it,

like you would a germ,

under a microscope.

Divide the love

down to atoms.

And ask me again

what does true love feel like?

 

Love, to you, must be

a diamond stud.

Classic and precious. Perfectly cut.

Made to glitter as it twirls, twirls, twirls

around in a display case.

All the world should say

that is true love.

 

Love, to me, is a wartermelon.

It's hard on the outside.

It takes time to crack. But, oh,

how sweet and wet once opened

and full of seeds to make more.

Only I have to say

that is true love.

 

I will show you my pain

open and free. Divide love,

if I must, down to

there is you

there is me.

 

What does true love feel like?

You ask me as if it's a test.

When I'm with you

love is perfect logic

it is emptiness.

Author's Note

If its dark, tell me.

Reviews

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

No, it's not dark, and if it was would that be a problem? The question "What is love" is one we all strive to answer. I really liked this poem, especially how you escaped from the visually "perfect" objects that are used to represent love. You used an object that often isn't described as beautiful, but it really is.