Love is when you've waited,
for all of what seems so long.
Even when he's holding another,
you still know that you belong.
Love is when you hold your ground,
when he's not by your side.
You love him and see him for him,
even though he lied.
Love is when your still yourself,
while speaking your mind to him.
And when you split you still know,
he'll be back again.
Love is when your closer,
to family and friends.
When he has made you stronger,
and gave you the cure to mend.
Love is when you give him space,
and give him room to breathe.
When he looks to you knowing,
that you're the one who believes.
Love is when you mean so much,
and try your best to make him see.
When you take the pain of being put down,
and you are still happy.
Love is when he comes back to you,
realizing he was wrong.
When he holds you and lets you know,
that you're where he belongs.
OMG...this is like looking through a window...did you read my mind? ..thanks for sharing it.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually got a lot to say about this poem Erin, but it would takr months to write the book. I know a little about love and wha it does to the soul.Love is part of the soul too but if it grows greater than the soul it may end up destroying both.NEVER put anyone on a pedstal especialy if they have shared affections. Your poem sounds a bit one sided.He gets around doing his 'Thing'.She waits dutifully and welcome him with open arms.PERHAPS consider starting an affair with someone else.When he sees that she is no longer a doormat he might show his true colours. This I would suggest is a fictional write anyway but well penned, Full of emotion and inspired A10.