Love

Love has lived
loved has died
to the endless time
people search for love
never found
how can you find something never lost
love is something never lost
love is two souls connected in an endless sea
floating in an endless time and space
most don't see the truth
they don't understand
the times come and past
they move to fast
they wont stop and see the beauty
the gifts all around
love comes in so many ways
so many times
people say there are in love
they don't understand the meaning
some people do
but to the lies they say
the the sounds that they hear
to the things they feel
they think its real
to the ones that play
to the ones that believe
what is truth
what is lies
do you believe what they say
do you hide in a hole
to when is it believed that one can control
when hormones rage
and things grow
they fall deep
they think things are real
do they know the things
in endless sleep that comes and goes.

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redbloodink commented on Love

12-04-2009

Raven this was good work......... I truly liked it and enjoied it..... Love is just that.... some get it and some don't...... Red

scrye commented on Love

12-04-2009

You write with real depth and a beauty all your own. I loved this poem and am putting it with my favorites. You truly write beyond the years you are. Loved it!!! Keep writing I cannot wait to see your works as you grow to be the awesome writer i see coming forth. Beautiful...

Kukia commented on Love

12-04-2009

There are many who try and describe or explain love.this is the closest and one of the best I've read.

koolmom0 commented on Love

11-30-2009

You are a very talented writer sweetie. I enjoy reading for you. This is a very well written poem. Love Koolmom

MalikPeterson commented on Love

11-30-2009

Refreshing to say the least. Very honest and sans mush. I believe that a little honesty goes a long way. You are right though...so many people are so wrong about the concept...but in the heads of those people...they couldnt be closer to the truth. Sometimes we have to stop and ask ourselves which type of person we are...compelling...isnt it?

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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