Love is its own poetry
By Deb Benson
Love is its own poetry No language has the power To truly describe it Loves poetry, reaches Inexplicable joy Inexplicable sadness To love--each time Has its own meaning It is either soaring In the heavens Or plunging us into hell For what is love If not extreme In youthful passion Love dragging us into Loss of self Causing a stabbing pain Physically felt Emotions drained Each love moves us differently Consuming us Or freeing us Love is its own poetry DBenson 1/27/02 A ride taken by itself Hoping to catch the brass ring On the merry-go-round of life Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 01:45 AM PST 0 • 10
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