Hey readers! This poem was inspired by some music I’ve listened to recently combined with ideas on how to personify love. It, as with my last topic, can vary in meaning. Positive vibes to you!
When it comes to love,
What does it look like?
Yet, does it really look like anything at all
Love can take upon so many images for various reasons
It is not always light
And it is not always dark
It in not always harmful
And it is not always healing
I find talking about love may be sensitive
Or inspiring
Because we all feel so very differently
For those that find sensitivity in picturing love:
It was like torture to your soul,
Your heart becoming a burning flame from the passion you once felt
To being engulfed in the scotching first scares of betrayal, heartbreak, or even sorrow
All of the happy thoughts you ever felt about love fly away and into an almost unreachable place
Then, you are left to ask yourself, ‘will I ever get those happy feelings back?’
Love is never the same for you
Your mind, your heart, and maybe your well being was placed on the forefront for another person
Only to get left behind in the dark
Or maybe seek the light in what love has to offer
For those that find inspiration in picturing love:
It was like your soul drank in the light of one million suns, emitting admiration in its wake
Your heart basking in an ever-glow that would take an entire space of darkness to diminish
When you first felt the effects, your heart sang out in the symphony to rival a cherub
All of the angry thoughts you ever felt about love drift away into an unbeknownst place
Then, you are left to ask yourself, ‘am I dreaming or could this be real?’
Love is never the same for you
Your mind, your heart, and maybe your trust is kept safe by another person
As you wade together and contently in the light,
But never forgetting the dark in what love has to offer
To those that don’t believe in love at all:
May you find something to make you feel relatively close to love
Albeit, something that makes you passionate or otherwise
Just because it’s not a part of your world, doesn’t mean this will always be
Love isn’t always expressed verbally, but even those that keep mum, want to feel that too
Whatever love means to you, I send my own words to maybe help you get through