What is love?...
You know that feeling during your experience in existing when there’s that one person or thing that brings you that peace, the peace that momentarily fills the existential hole that is always feeding for more. The feeling of emptiness that we daily silence. Without guidance, this feeling would slowly turn to violence.
Why is it that love has become our center of being? What is this feeling that is so complex for each person to feel and each individual experience varies, what is the meaning? This feeling that’s not only physical but our inner being, our soul's way of communicating with our reality.
I am no one to change reality but as an observer of our universe and the human body I was given, I can use my soul to pour onto these pages.
Love is such an interesting concept in which in my heart it rages. As humans we go through stages as people come and go we learn, but what about those people who changed your life. Are they to return?
Love is harsh it can burn but only real love can heal. Love is something that we say day to day. I love my toilet as much as I love food but there’s a different meaning when I say, I love you. My heart drops I get this feeling of warmth and comfort when I think about you. And it’s a feeling I can never get sick of.
I know it’s your soul speaking to mine helping me heal to become the best person I could be. It’s truly surreal that such a beautiful soul was created.
Your potential is incredibly exponential and yet you spend your free time stargazing with me, or running and smiling in a rage of young love, filled with memories. When you are sick I think back to all the gifts you’ve given me. I want to be your remedy.
I think I’ve found a word to explain love, Harmony. Love has so much uncertainty but just imagine the feeling of that young love that fuels your insides, challenges you to take every day from a different perspective, could last an eternity. As humans we are bound to change but what if the moments we take from Love and all of its absurdity can change us internally.
About this poem
This is my poem about love and all of its absurdity, how our souls communicate, and how we heal and grow. Why is this something we are able to feel and what does it mean for the realities we've created.
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Written on April 19, 2022
Submitted by Whereisiverson on April 29, 2022
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