At first,
Love was captivating.
a beckoning temptress
with lips whispering compliments
and desires and promises.
And then,
Love was unbridled.
a stallion galloping across terrain
the wind in his mane
vivacious and carefree.
At times,
Love was insecure.
spilling tears and confessions
fearing scorn or withdrawal
twisting with pain.
Of course,
Love was confident.
beaming with adoration:
ostentatious jubilance or
a quiet security.
Strangely,
Love was alone.
ripening and explorative
discovering the importance of
Self before other.
Perhaps there’s no one True set definition
and those who try
to grasp for dictionary restrictions
ultimately fail.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 5:18 AM UTC
At first,
Love was captivating.
a beckoning temptress
with lips whispering compliments
and desires and promises.
And then,
Love was unbridled.
a stallion galloping across terrain
the wind in his mane
vivacious and carefree.
At times,
Love was insecure.
spilling tears and confessions
fearing scorn or withdrawal
twisting with pain.
Of course,
Love was confident.
beaming with adoration:
ostentatious jubilance or
a quiet security.
Strangely,
Love was alone.
ripening and explorative
discovering the importance of
Self before other.
Perhaps there’s no one True set definition
and those who try
to grasp for dictionary restrictions
ultimately fail.
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