Love As I Know It Poem by princess irene Namajja

Love as I know it
It's a trembling sacrifice of heart; a devotion; a whole lot of actions; actions that don't only wear us physically but twist and tear at our internal muscle, scrapping off the old self we were so used to, to something new and hard to explain to anyone else.
It is a breaking of our long grown bones of selfishness and bitterness; a strip of our firmed vessels of un-forgiveness, which gives us away to a tender new baby-vein of kindness, understanding and patience
It's a process of learning and unlearning; learning of trust in a world not our own. It's a pain of letting out your heart to arms you ain't even certain will hold it anyway.
For now love as I know it is not a fall: It's a consumption, a smoldering sensation that consumes you of self bit by bit until all that is left of you is either a glowing angel in love or a broken hearted monster racing and roaming, sipping from all glasses of merely assumed love.
It's not a glamour game or show off biz; It's a reality life part crammed with zeal, power and ultimate strength; it's a deep sensation of greatness, it's a small world of self made heroes who stood by each other; it's a journey of hills, falls and high class troubles, which in my own words I call the purification of a heart of love, which sets lovers apart from the many fakes and duplications of love.
When you find love let it be pure and it will definitely survive on its own without you copying from elsewhere and that's not to say have no brains in love.
And when what you thought was love fails, please be lovely enough to let go and utmost let life be and be open to even more and better love.
That love as I know it