... Why Love Hurts Poem by Eyan Desir

... Why Love Hurts

Rating: 3.2

Love is a river
In our life it flows
A small seed that grows
A flower without beauty
A beauty without a face
Ageless without origin
Sweet like sugar
Bitter like liquor
A supernatural force
That causes hearts to attract
To another half.
To form one part.

When this river stops
The flower will die
Sometimes our eyes cry
Sugar turns to salt
Sometimes it's not our fault
Now our lives are bitter
Two hearts design forever
Divided, It hurts! because
Love was meant forever.

Elaine Oxamendi Vicet 03 April 2009

Love hurts as do all lessons in life sometimes. Out of pain comes the knowledge to do things different. Love carries memories that teaches, muse and we savour the moments of pleasure. Love is a powerful, powerful thing and not for the faint hearted or the ill prepared. Unfortunately it can creep upon on us and catch us off guard..love is beautiful for me and moreso it is the message of the scriptures. Good luck! E

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Sanoji Perera 03 April 2009

Wow! what a lovely poem! 'A flower without beauty; A beauty without face' i like these two lines.

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 03 April 2009

if love has tinge of expectations, selfishness, disloyalty, unfailthfulness....then it hurts..........Otherwise it is- as you say -supernatural force.....10+++...

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Juneil Sechico 02 April 2009

love is forever that is what they said! to be honest, I neither know love nor how to love! Who knows love but God alone?

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Allemagne Roßmann 02 April 2009

Love is eternal and everflowing.10+++

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Lady Grace 16 February 2010

love has many meanings..why love hurts? maybe if there is no proper communication, it hurts....

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Sade Malcolm 20 October 2009

loved it.. i love the last line.

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Pandian Angelina 09 May 2009

This poem is from my collection of Poems 'On Love' which I plan to upload in PH shortly Love is – Immortal! Love – It grows but never ages Though it blooms It never withers, By itself most blind Yet is fed by sight. Full of jealousy Never vengeful Grows by thoughts Yet, it pines away. Though most delicate Nothing sturdier grew, Called Divine – It makes people mad. Love is made immortal By mortal men and women! Whatever it is - We can never do without Love - Or it's pain! Angel.

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Subroto Chatterjee 28 April 2009

Yea, Yea, love and its inner contradictions. But we still love to love. So there! Cheers. Subroto

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Ben Gieske 22 April 2009

I like this poem because it says something of value about love and life. It also contains beautiful and meaningful images which helps it be more alive.

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