Triauna Hall

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Love Isn'T... - Poem by Triauna Hall

Love isn’t…
Love isn’t always love letters and love notes
Love isn’t just love poems and love quotes
Love isn’t always at first sight
Love isn’t just created over night
Love isn’t throwing rocks at her window
Love isn’t always easily rekindled
Love isn’t just a walk in the park
Love isn’t always feeling that “spark”
Love isn’t going out on a date
Love isn’t just believing in fate
Love isn’t just singing her a song
Love isn’t always meant to be strong
Love isn’t just being her first kiss
Love isn’t always so bliss
Love isn’t a late night call
Love isn’t catching her fall
Love isn’t giving her flowers
Love isn’t being with her for hours
Love isn’t just making love
Love isn’t always all thee above
Love is often the little things
Love is pushing her on the swings
Love is watching her when she is asleep
Love is when she makes your heart leap
Love is moving her hair out her face
Love is when she makes you chase
Love is staring into her eyes
Love is holding her when she cries
Love is glancing at her lips
Love is grabbing her by the hips
Love is holding her close
Love is when you want her the most


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Love isn't and shouldn't be a stereotype.
It's what YOU want it to be.

Comments about Love Isn'T... by Triauna Hall

  • Gold Star - 9,424 Points Khairul Ahsan (7/3/2013 10:23:00 AM)

    Very nice poem. I liked more what you have described as love is, than isn't. May I add some more of what I think love is:
    Love is, listening to her heartbeats,
    Imagining her assurances with every beat.
    Love is, touching her like the softest feather,
    Going to sleep touching together.
    Love is, past midnight doing pillow talks,
    stretching them till the morning walk.
    Love is, to awaken her with a gentle touch,
    To kindle her desires before making love.
    Love is, to smile while watching her asleep,
    Seeing her innocence running deep.
    Love is, pulling the window curtains aside,
    Just to moonlight her face at the dead of night. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013


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