Maybe
love isn't meant to be wild -
To tear through you like a tornado,
tossing emotions,
twirling fantasies,
taking your will captive in its torque.
Maybe
it isn't meant to be free.
To breeze through you like the wind,
breaking from reality,
brewing desire,
blowing down your walls.
Maybe -
it isn't meant to be uncontrollable.
To carry you like the ocean tides,
crashing into resolves,
coaxing actions,
cascading through the crevices of your soul.
Maybe
love is meant to be expected.
To shine on you like the sun,
showing daily,
seeing all,
snatching you from the darkness.
Maybe
it's meant to be solid.
To hold you down like gravity,
hemming irrationalities,
highlighting facts,
harnessing tempered decisions.
Maybe -
it's meant to be deliberate.
To grow like a kindled fire,
giving warmth,
glowing in turn,
generating only what is beckoned.
Maybe love is quiet.
Maybe love is loud.
Maybe love is real.
And maybe it's nowhere to be found.
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Love Poems from a Love Virgin
PoezjaIt takes one person to love, and two to be in love - something I know all too well. Here's love from the perspective of the girl who has never really been in love - a collection of poems that will make you laugh, cry, and think about what being in...
