Love
Love, as many do describe,is a whisper in your ear
humming around
like wind chimes to hear.
Some say, love feels like
an autumn breeze blowing by
about to blurt out
a heavy slow sigh.
Many agree, of love to be
all wishy, wonderful bliss,
as if they had been planted
with a late summer kiss.
But, nay, I say!
Love isn’t some fairy tale!
Not blooming red roses
or furry, puppy dog tails!
It is indeed, a painful endeavor.
A thousand knives in the chest
or the egg disappearing
from a blue robin nest.
Love is like lemons
growing from a tree.
So I write this poem
to show what love means to me.
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