Constructive Truths -
Love, such a simple concept but a complicated reality
When does one really know such a thing exists
Times of passion with ones beloved?
Perhaps the smile of a stranger passing by
The feeling deep inside your gut like butterflies
An illusion of lust, content in ones being
Helping someone with no expectation of grandeur
Many things can be considered love, but what is real?
The answer may be found in the eyes of a blind man
Who judges only a persons attributes
Internal beauty belittled by external falseness
Each path a unique choice;
Love to me is a dream i never have
My path of destruction
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Pondering Red (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, July 18 2004, 03:04 pm|
i am intrigued by the questions posed in poetic style...impressive
|LinzAy (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, July 19 2004, 03:59 am|
This turned out pretty good!! My fav part is with the blind man thoughts, that was great.
|Demon_99 (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, July 19 2004, 10:14 am|
Pondering Red and LinZay, Thank you both for the comments, they are always greatly appreciated!
|Tarna (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 11:10 am|
you expressed the wonderment and mystery of love so well funny thing is when it shows up you wonder if it was really there all along.... great poem
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