Daryl lyraD

What Is Love?

What is love? A mere obsession,
yet more powerful than anything?
Or a life-long decision
merging two lives, a wedding.

Is love something more?
I've no idea but I found it
when I saw you. Saw you by the door,
and my heart, my life was set lit.

I told you I'll love you forever,
and now that you're gone.
I'm starting to remember,
our memories, our distant past now all torn.

I should forget, really should..
But as if under a spell you've cast,
I can't love again for I've been fooled
by love herself and if you must,

my head's in a whirl
and I can't continue.
Not when every single girl
reminds me of you.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 19, 2009

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  • Omar Ibrahim (8/23/2009 2:42:00 AM)

    spectacular and fantastic..let your golden inc flow on your fine piece of paper..(:

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  • Frank Lambert (8/20/2009 2:37:00 PM)

    Nice verse, Daryl and again, I think you're asking the right questions. What is is? It's everything and it's different-the-same to every individual. Yeah, I haven't got a clue about what I'm talking about either, just like love. All I do know is how it makes me feel and that's all we can say/write about it. Great verse, well done. Frank

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  • Beauty Philosophy (8/20/2009 6:14:00 AM)

    That's the Mystery of love, this very duality and set of contrasted emotions!

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  • Jahanvi ....................... (8/19/2009 9:31:00 AM)

    ur poem touched my heart.love is both beautiful and painful and u described it very well.keep up d gud work

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