Love And Poems Poem by Jan Andrei Manzano

I described infatuation before,
As a feeling that slows my progress,
An experience that could lead to hurting myself.

I stopped reading and writing poetry about love,
Because everybody was so much into it,
That I viewed the words and lines — repetitive and common.

Infatuation didn't excite me much,
Romantic poems were dull... boring!
I was not impressed by fantastical or heartbreaking stanzas

....not until, I was tremendously struck by someone's charisma and realized....

Admiring a person doesn't actually hinder me;
Many times, my afternoons were brightened,
And it led me to fix up myself.

Composing a literary piece from amorous encounters—
Even synonymous words appear very distinct and special;
Now I know, why people adore this crazy thing.

Only the colors will appear in romantic writings,
If I have someone, I am in love with, to think of;
Only I could write an enamored piece, if I have someone to dedicate it to

...because without one, it will only spark emptiness and meaninglessness...

And if my love poems become uglier and crappier,
I will keep on writing until this insanity vanishes,
Because this is love: day by day, I become weirder and crazier.

And if ever a meteor hits my heart for stealing glimpses from afar,
If it will be caused by the person I am into right now,
It would be a sorrowful yet worth-it destruction.

This is the type of love that heals and could destroy, but teaches;
When the disaster arrives, although least expected,
I will have to protect myself and cease my feelings

....and stop reading and writing, love poems again...