Poetry and lyrics
books and songs
and art
all try to describe
all try to explain
what cannot be
described, explained
the feeling of true love
Love like memories
of smells, of places
only felt by one
dwells in an uncertain place
cannot be grasped
at once
The feeling not a stable one
it moves around so much
not constant in its residence
intensified at times
in stomach, middle parts
where most say
it resides
The heart a commonoligy
for pointing at a home
where love is felt
burning desire, warm glow
or bursting from inside
but fools are they
who think to know
how love may be described
Wanting, yearning
missing time
spent with another heart
is felt all through
but is this love
or games played by the heart
To love someone
who loves thee too
is that not self-love thus?
is proof then found
to feel such love
when the other
loves thee not?
Sharing time
which then enriched
is time spent with oneself
companionship perhaps
preferred above alone
still gives me no evidence
if love is present
or how is one to know
when love is real
or how soon it might go
So many types of love
to come across
so many ways to feel
if there is such a thing
as one true love
(and one is all there is)
then what to measure
what to spot
to recognise
this one true love?
Same feelings as before
must be
but greater, deeper still
or compromise
when the one true love
left us behind
against our will
As time its duty
passes by
and true loves came and went
how true can be
another love
their feelings, words
when untrue in their search
for you, or anyone,
relent?
Innocence and honesty
so hard to find
soon lost
no wonder then
that real true love
may not be defined
The truest love of all
must be
the love for thy own self
truth of heart
truth of mind
no deceit or poetry
dependable and real
Love for another
nor real nor true nor kind
confusing
not dependable
what's found
may soon be lost
but for a short period
the thrill not worth the loss?