Begotten as plain as naked could be,
Rejected for sheer innocence and purity;
Simplicity was woven as complexity
And was reborn from the abyss of obscurity.
As that feeling of intense affection,
Grown as romance into ****** attachment;
'Was wholly accepted for all she is not,
As carnality swallowed every commitment.
Yet we all crave to experience this lie,
Who was never embraced in her true form;
But in the falsehood she has become...
To this veiled, all of humanity still conform.
She walks into folk's lives as forming...
Every iota of sincerity thrown to the wind;
As desire overwhelms logic with magic,
Reality breathes as fairytale into mankind.
Suddenly magic starts fading into logic,
Pretense is soon confronted by brick walls.
Here, she's exposed to folks as storming,
Where the first disagreement and fight calls.
But folks soon learn to agree to disagree,
Because intense affection is seriously at stake.
She is then manifested solely as norming;
Relationship becomes comprise of give and take.
Understanding beams her rays of hope
Into these two souls entwined into conforming,
To salvage romance and ****** affection
And then, she's finally revealed as performing.
But she is not all of what we made her be,
Until unveiled as she really was, is and want to be;
Hearts sold into her will always be broken,
But she is love and never been blind but can see.
She's simply robed in the apparel of patience,
A tunic that is never envious, proud nor arrogant;
And embroiled with respect and selflessness...
Her heart not looks is what makes her most elegant.
A poem written on how to Survive Love.
Love comes in a blur of in coherent stages, that come and go. But in the end if we look back is all too recognizable.
A poem about the stages of love and how it feels to one's core. Or....you guess it...how to survive love...