Over time, love has proven to be a vital part of human existence. Little wonder, so many conversations ever had, can boast of “Love” as one of its focus. It’s as conventional as humanity, yet, profound in its act of consistently joining human hearts together. Enjoy this poetic try in describing love.
Love is phenomenal —
a tide in fact;
requires a flow or something like it.
Love is truly phenomenal.
A sweet enigma to pride of;
a lifestyle to pride in.
I love love.
Love is an expanse—
the freeing love;
the “not perfect” but complete love.
Freeness comes in dimensions
all of which shorts nothing of dearness.
When you’re free, you bloom;
when you have air, you grow.
I love love.
Love is Poetic—
Soothsayers needn’t bet on this.
Words are therapeutic and so is love.
Love speaks beauty,
with fragrance of ecstacy.
Just like the most artistic of words
reflects deep on emotions.
I love love.
Love is sensational—
I love what it feels like to be loved.
Feelings come and feelings go
but the memories the feelings give, stays.
Love’s feeling is its sensation;
the pride, the freedom
the bloom, the growth
I love love.
Love is authentic—
ever compassionate,
with many sweet tales of
“no reason to love”.
The flow; so assuring,
the life; so fulfilling,
the experience; so real.
I love love.
Love is immune—
naysayers can try
but come close? they won’t.
The values that drive this phenomenon
is undoubtedly formidable.
You really can’t beat it
no matter how hard you try.
I love love.
Love is different—
by heavens, I love this difference
so clear; so transparent.
Hundreds of miles apart
from what its disguise can be.
Love is no magic; you can feel it
and you’d know it when you see it.
I love love.
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