Love In its truest form

What I feel sometimes.

Love In its truest form

·        Love taken, wrenched from my soul.

·        Where is the light at the end of my tunnel?

·        Blown out at the height of its glory, like the flame of a candle left for the storm to be taken.

·        Taken, never given.

·        Only seen, never felt.

·        Love is what dreams are made of, and taken with doubt.

·        Would I be better off if I never tasted this thing?

·        Should I weep for the pain that causes such a sting?

·        Is it too much to ask for a taste of its sweetness?

·        To feel its warmth and tender embraces.

·        It feels taboo to wish for such a thing, denied while it plays its cruel joke on me.

·        Words spoken, half-truths and promises broken.

·        These are the things that love truly is.

·        If love is so perfect, why do I feel so empty instead?

·        A pain felt, is a pain never forgotten.

·        A loving touch will always go away.

·        Whoa, is my heart how heavy and empty it stays.

·         It’s desert of promises, just a mirage in my heart.

·         Crumbled to ashes it lays at my feet, broken apart.

·        I journey to its source knowing I will be denied.

·        Displayed for the jester’s ultimate delight.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Words spoken, half-truths and promises broken.
· These are the things that love truly is.
· If love is so perfect, why do I feel so empty instead?
· A pain felt, is a pain never forgotten.
· A loving touch will always go away.
· Whoa, is my heart how heavy and empty it stays.
· It’s desert of promises, just a mirage in my heart.
· Crumbled to ashes it lays at my feet, broken apart.
A wonderful bullet point poem that is an oasis of images of love beckoning to us in all its forms and climes...Thank you for sharing...:)

[ron]

Your words as all ways are kind and very much welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)