Love

Love

 

Is love real, or a figment of imaginations run wild;
A flaming passion or a flame that is mild.
Hearts get broken and cannot be mended;
the feelings leave most people winded.
The feeling of losing one you love leaves you maimed;
Never again will you be taimed.
Tainted or pure, fragmented or whole;
In the heart it leaves a huge hole.
The damage is so immense, very few recover;
And ignorance is bliss for the ones who never discover.
I'm happy that i found it but am now sad;
due to my heart that is hurting bad.

Reviews

[Nicole E. Belle]

The images in this are all very strong, especially any reference to a flame or a hole. I had to read it twice to get the rhythm, but it actually flows very nicely. Just make sure you don't settle for easy rhymes; "Whole" and "hole," "sad" and "bad" are too predictable and don't resonate as well as, say, "maimed" and "tamed." I do like that you don't always use direct rhymes - "mended" and "winded" is good!