The meaning of love
Written by Rosie Lindsay
Love is confusing
You can't control it,
and sometimes you don't even know it's there.
You can't stop it once it's started,
even if you want to.
It just gets stronger over time, not weaker.
It's also the happiest thing in the world,
And the most sad, some people have said.
No-one knows why we love.
We don't know much at all about it, really.
Love protects you,
even though we fear it, too.
But in the end we all have to love someone.
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A beautiful little poem that speaks volumes. This one sort of read like an Emily Dickinson. Love is indeed a very complicated thing, and a fellow writer "friend" of mine C.S. Lewis described it in four ways. I think the most powerful way is friendship. Your poetry inspires and I can't wait to read some more!
Love and Peace.