"OR"
Love can act like a maniac.
It can hurt like any attack.
It can be unbearable pain.
It can, at times, seem inhumane.
Or
Love can bud, blossom and then grow.
It can support, not overthrow.
It can banish a nightime fear.
It can warm hearts or dry a tear.
Or
Love can be a dark destroyer.
It can lead to paranoia.
It can fly to a jealous rage.
It can explode and then rampage.
Or
Love can put a smile on your face.
It can walk with you at your pace.
It can stir heart beats or touch souls.
It can reverse accepted roles.
But
Love has very many roles to play.
Sometimes it looks to have feet of clay.
Imperfect though it may seem to be
Your love is always enough for me!
Comments
jolono | February 1, 2012 - 15:36
True words, well written. Nice verse. I have to say Moya, I think your poems have got better and better. Some time ago you said you were envious of others when it came to verse. Nonsense, you are really putting some lovely things together.
gerardineanne | February 1, 2012 - 16:55
Yes,I agree with Jolono,nice verse.
As always full of meaning.
Maureen
Denzella | February 1, 2012 - 17:01
Blimey, Jolono,
This is getting to be a bit good today. My cup truly runneth over!
If you really think I am getting better then all I can say is..a thousand times thanks!
Moya
Denzella | February 1, 2012 - 17:02
Blimey, Jolono,
This is getting to be a bit good today. My cup truly runneth over!
If you really think I am getting better then all I can say is..a thousand times thanks!
Moya
Denzella | February 1, 2012 - 17:08
Hello gerardineanne,
Maureen,
Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. I really appreciate your encouragement and you said it was a nice verse too.
Chuffed!
Moya