What a strange word love is…
What does it mean
Where does it go
Can you own it
Nobody knows
It makes such a tangle
An unorganised mess
It stirs emotions
Unknown
And undressed
It cuts so deep
Love is sharp?
How can this be?
What love…
Played on a harp!
It makes no sense
Saying
I love you
Anyone can say it
Even when it’s not true
You might think it
You might say it
But do you know what you do
The simple damning
Of saying you do.
I sit
And I wonder
I sit some more
I catch my tears
As they fall on the floor
I say in my head
Do you think its true?
Sometimes
When whispered to me
The words “Oh yes, yes I do”
I can’t help but think
You have no idea
When you love such a thing
And hold it so dear,
You must build the trust,
Built on more than a word
As the actions used to send it
Might not quite have been heard
(Karla Bell)
Love this poem, i love the small stanzas and rhyming and the fact that it is very true and the words i love you are increidbly confusing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and love! They're not similar!