A take on love is something unique -
it depends on a person and what they seek.
What they put in is what they'll get out,
but does anyone know what love is about?
Fantastic sex, smouldering glances?
Closeness, intimacy and sensual dances?
Maybe its warmth or whirlwind romances?
Perhaps no-one knows, we just take our chances.
Love, to me, is a wave of emotion,
yet the concept of ‘love’ a drop in the ocean.
There’s more to love than the first, fleeting feeling,
like the complex thoughts and the secret-revealing.
In it’s nicest form it washes over you
- you feel whole, complete and true -
and you're drowned in happiness and utter joy
but in the grand scheme of love you’re just a toy.
What of it’s wilder sides, the sides it hides?
When the waves turn savage, a change in tides?
It whips and churns and batters defences;
tosses, capsizes and swallows your senses.
You’re lost, alone, angry and dazed,
and you long, once again, for those eyes that gazed
into yours so longingly.
You rejected them, did you not?
But lost at sea, what choice have you got?
The currents of confusion pull you under
as clouds of despair rumble their thunder -
they’re waiting to get you, to drag you down:
you may once have been King, but they want your crown.
Love is not just about being attracted
to someone - take into account the being distracted
by deeper thoughts and further ideas;
by other people and utmost fears.
Love is life’s most difficult game,
its raging force so hard to tame.
So fickle it is, you often lose -
Love rules you, you do not choose.
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