It’s like looking in a mirror
You see all the cracks.
You may feel cursed.
The cracks are a burden.
The cracks may be perfect to you.
"My imperfections are beautiful."
Some people don’t know love.
They look at themselves and see only the cracks.
No beauty or love.
They try to tape them, glue them, anything to make them forget.
But they still see the thin like from where they broke.
So it's all they see of themselves.
Others love too much.
They run around, going from one to another.
They don't see the cracks and embrace them.
Whatever you call it.
They do it just for that, and not the beautiful imperfections.
Then there are the ones who see them.
But they don't care.
They embrace the cracks, no matter how big or small.
And they love for who you are.
They may not even care for your mirror.
They only care......
The capacity to accept others how they are and
where they are in their lives.
Love sets no limits.
Love has no boundaries.
Love is all encompassing, all compassionate and all complete.
LOVE IS INFINITE.
Love is the reason why humanity
Strives to keep going on.
Love is the best part of ourselves that when
we share with another, multiplies it so much more!
Love has no end,
Love. Whenever someone asks me to describe what love feels like, my mind always drifts to you. My curly-haired, blue-eyed boy. It’s like hot chocolate on a cold winter day surrounded with cozy blankets watching your favourite film. It feels like the sun caressing your skin as you walk barefoot in the grass. It feels like the drop you experience in your stomach at the top of a rollercoaster, then it disappears because you’re strapped in safely. It’s like roasting marshmallows on an open fire, the flickering inferno creating a glow on your smiling face.
It’s like driving down the highway, windows rolled down and music blasting, singing at the top of your lungs. It’s like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and when you bite into them, they melt in your mouth. A bright sunny day with not a cloud in sight. A delicious cup of coffee early in the morning, the birds singing and the sun peeking over the Parisian rooftops.
I could go on about what love feels like. But I won’t. To do so would constitute in a novel. I will say one thing. If in this lifetime you happen to find someone who makes you feel any of the things I’ve listed above, don’t let them go. Because how rare it is to find another who will make you feel the way the stars look; bright and luminous. We think we have time, but we don’t. Life is too short not to tell the person you love how you feel.
#poetry #prose #freeverse #love
Love is spending five hours messaging somebody who you can't be with
But not thinking any time has passed
And thinking you still have time for a shower and breakfast before you go to that meeting you missed
Three hours ago.
It is being outside of time
Every time you meet
And aching to kiss them without going further.
Unless they want to,
It’s like this dull ache
Under my heart
Moments come and go
But when the moment comes
I silently beg for a reprieve
…It never comes.
No one said when you find
The other part of your soul
That it will take copious
Amount of strength to mask
Fake a smile
Force a laugh.
When you split from them
Deep past your ego
Deep past your insecurities
Deep past your heart
You know they belong to you
And you to them.
You waited all your life
And lifetimes before
To touch the one
Meant for you and only you.
Love is a bush of thorns.
The floral beauty out of reach.
Love is wrought with pain and pride,
And only given to the gardner.
Love is as sharp as Cupid's arrows,
Piercing deep and striking true.
Love is an ache that cannot be cured,
Weakening the heart of all it touches.
Love is nothing but a pain,
Giving the lover a cacophonous sob.
And above all, love is a tormented torcher.
When the love is brought into the light.
‘L’amour est un oiseau rebelle’
They say if you love something then set it free~ that must be love!
l’amour, love~ what can it be compared to? Or how can one describe this emotion?
Mom’s have love for all their children, from the moment they are growing in their mother’s womb.
Even birds know how to take care of their young. They feed the little ones and teach them how to fly when they’re ready to soar!
Love is a powerful feeling- a beautiful thing that when shown through acts of love transforms loved ones to share their love, too.
Carmen: ‘L'amour est un oiseau rebelle’ Song by Maria Callas.
#‘L'amourestunoiseaurebelle’ © vendredi, 11 octobre, 2019.
what is love?
love is the feeling in your chest when that someone walks by.
love is the excitement of staying up with that someone until dawn just to talk.
love is holding someone when they cry just to see their smile.
love is being with them just to feel their presence.
love is being thankful for just the existence of them.
love is beautiful.
love is kind.
love is love.
What is Love?
“What is love?” asked the boy, bright eyes studying the elderly woman.
She paused her work and turned to face him. She sat and patted the seat next to her.
“Sit here and I’ll tell you,” was the brief response.
The boy eased himself onto the bench and looked at her intently.
“What is love? Love has multiple forms.
“There is family love and romantic love.
“Family love comes with small things. A whispered blessing, a warm hug, an extra five minutes to sleep in when they know you’re tired. The feeling of waking up on the couch and being covered by grandma’s quilt, or smelling bacon cooking on a weekend morning. It’s the knowledge that no matter what happens, your family will be there.
“Romantic love arrives slowly and then all at once. It’s the whispered compliments, the joyful laughter in the middle of the night, the fear of losing them. This love is precious, as is family, but this is more precious, because you have to search for it. This love accompanies the tingling feeling in your stomach when they get too close, or the sinking feeling when they slam the door and send you away. It’s the knowledge that you want to spend the rest of your life with them and wake up with them sleeping there beside you.” The old woman’s eyes turned dreamy.
“Did you ever love someone like that?” asked the boy.
“Yes, I did. They’re gone now, but my peace comes from knowing that I’ll see them again one day. I smile, and they’ll grin, and we’ll run and embrace each other. Then, we’ll know that we won’t ever have to part again. That’s the best part of love: knowing that no matter what, in this world or the next, you’ll always find a way to be together.”