Nov 2015
Love isn’s hard.
Love becomes hard when it isn’t allowed to be spread.
Love becomes hard when it doesn’t get to rest.
Love becomes hard when it has to be held to a specific standard.
Love becomes hard when it is left to itself.
From my experience love is easy.
It spreads peace throughout my hectic life.
It tells me rest when I put too much work on myself.
It allows me to share my opinions when society tells me to accept others’.
It lays with me when I feel all alone in the midst of this fast paced life.
Yes, my love is easy. My love is mine.
Love becomes hard when it isn’t allowed to be spread.
Love becomes hard when it doesn’t get to rest.
Love becomes hard when it has to be held to a specific standard.
Love becomes hard when it is left to itself.
From my experience love is easy.
It spreads peace throughout my hectic life.
It tells me rest when I put too much work on myself.
It allows me to share my opinions when society tells me to accept others’.
It lays with me when I feel all alone in the midst of this fast paced life.
Yes, my love is easy. My love is mine.
What inspired me to write this was a poem actually by Petrarch. His expression of love being so hard for him really made me think about the love of my life. If you have any comments or suggestions please tell me. I am very very new to poetry so I need all the help I can get. Thank you!
