True Love May Come But Once

[Suetang]

True love may come but once
Through your veins you'll feel it flow
Within your heart love's seed is planted
And soon you'll see love bloom and grow

As I write my words in verse
I lay my heart out on the line
In the hope I'll win your heart
With my romantic words of rhyme

Love will take us on a journey
Far across the bright blue sea
As waves of passion and desire
Gently wash right over me

As we run through fields of green
We will scale love's highest peak
And as we watch the world below
Through our lips our hearts will speak

At day's end our love takes wing
As the moon comes into sight
And as our two hearts join as one
We'll steal away into the night

* * *

"We were two but had one heart"

[emily655321]

I like that imagery, almost like love transforms two people into unearthly beings, somewhere separate and above the rest of the world. Like their love is the key to a different plane of existence. Cool, Sue. :D

P.S. I just noticed how in the last three stanzas, the first and second lines are literal imagery, and the third and fourh use that imagery as metaphor in the lines about the lovers. I think that's a great method of integrating the visual/sensory part of poetry with the emotional/abstract part.

[Kendall]

Yeah, I like it. Sue, you seem to write a lot about love. Got something to tell us? :)
I like to write about the same things a lot too, so I understand if it's your preferred topic! I like this poem. Well done.

[Avalive]

Thank u,Sue. I enjoy readin' too. I tried to write one, but I am out of my wits. My mind is dead at this. Hopefully,it will sparkle some day...

[Avalive]

Why Can't I write a good love poem?


Tonight, just another night, I am all alone. The world is as quiet

as if it doesn¡¯t exist. I¡¯ve not been writing for a long time,

except my scripts, which are my work. I have no idea what have

happened to me and changed me the way I never thought of. I¡¯

m not saying I don¡¯t know what happened. Just the

consequence is beyond my old awareness. Love is a great being.

It can be above anything else in this worldly place. You won¡¯t

feel this by my words here. You will faithfully believe in it once you

have it in your bosom. Earlier, I was lying in the darkness and

solitudes in this space, which belongs to only me. I was half

waken and slept. It was like a coma. However, I knew clearly by

my guts. I could never be more sober than that. My eyes lost

their sharp sights in darkness. But, I saw things. Everything I

wished to review like they were real. I remember the night when

he was still breathing next to me; his arms joined mine as our

hearts did. I tried to look at his face by the weak light thro the

window. I wished he knew I was staring fondly at him. Like I was

seeing his whole life thro. Then, he would undoubtedly know how

I would need him in my life. The words repeated a thousand

times in my mind. They shied away when he smiled at me the

moment he woke up and touched me in sunlight. The words have

never been changed till now. I felt I was everything I wanted to

be at that moment holding him like something holy. I whispered

to God. Life could end now. Let the future vanish. Banish me from

tomorrow. He was all I wanted. Nothing else in need. Watching

his sleeping, picturing his dreams made me feel sweet like I

would be forever young and innocent. I sometimes grinned when

I thought about his nightmares. I pictured how he would wake up

in a horrible jolt of his lovely body. And then, in no time, he would

be in my arms like a kid, like another part of me. Also, I would feel

depressed thinking about the mornings he would rise up without

me. Love is sentimental itself. Not humans. That¡¯s why only the

ones in love can be sentimental naturally and occasionally. This

might not be right. But, this is how I realized that after I lost him,

I almost lost the sentimental senses at the same time. Love

inspires us on many things. Love makes human wiser. It is true.

Only to him, I could be a fool. I used to sharp on words and

feelings. But, not no more. I¡¯m losing the ability of being

connected to the rest of the world. Therefore, I would be come

lonelier and lonelier. Cause being alone is what I want to place

myself on peace. I used to write love poems like every young girl

does. Now, I can hardly organize a word. I was stupid to think I

was great at writing. Now, I realize that the one that writes is

the heart in love. Sometimes, I¡¯m pretty sure that I can put an

equal mark between everything and nothing, since the things in

between are all brought out by these two extremities. He was all

the solutions for the formula of my life. Once, he¡¯s gone. This

would never be figured out. I¡¯m not a pessimist. At least, not a

typical one. That¡¯s why I can drive myself away safely from

craziness. He¡¯s gone. Even my death won¡¯t mean a thing. The

funniest thing that ever occurred to me is that when he said he

didn¡¯t love me I felt at bliss. Bliss in pain, but it was still bliss. His

words of rejecting his love broke all my wishes towards us.

Meanwhile, it lessened my pain as well. I can¡¯t explain it, tho.

Everything just, all of a sudden, became meaningless. I kept my

mind blank at that time when he decided to step out of my life. I

thought of nothing. I had no wits to deal with the fact. But, one

thing I was surely about is that everything would be alright. That

was like a calling from God. And, that¡¯s how I survived.





PS: Amuse. I've editted it, eaiser to read now, sorry for the mess before.

[amuse]

continuing off-topic - new thread for your work, ava? ---> not to be a pain in the ***, but oh! paragraphs and white [terracotta, lol] space are so much easier on the eyes.
just skimming, this was interesting to read, but for example, it's simpler to eat yummy big cheeses in little tiny toothpicky-morsels than it is in whole wheels...

[Suetang]

emily - Thanks so much for your words which were so much appreciated.

Kendall - I always appreciate your words and, yes, you guessed it! I am a hopeless romantic but most of what I write of is pure fiction. I probably bore a lot of people with my love and romance writings but it is what I write most about.

Avalive - I was very moved and saddened by your words and I hope that you find the inspiration you have been looking for. Most of my writing is pure fiction and I also get a lot of inspiration from reading the poetry of others, especially some of the old masters like Percy Shelley. I hope you find happiness and love in your life.

Take care........Sue