Love is a juice with many tastes.
Some bitter, some sweet. A wine which has few, very few vineyards!
Love is unbreakable!
Love is unchangeable!
Love is Love!
When he says “Give me your hand”
and you think you’re in love,
you’ll do it.
He said “give me your hand”
That doesn’t mean jump right into it.
You two claim to be in love
And it’s everything it shouldn’t be.
Its violent, he’s insane.
It’s all around wrong
Honey,
That ain’t love!
Is it true that the ribs can tell the kick of a lover’s fist?
The bruised bones record it well.
The sudden shock; the hard impact.
The swollen lids, sorry eyes spoke not of lost romance but hurt.
Hate is often confused; its limits are in zones beyond itself.
And sadists will not learn that love by nature extracts a pain unequal on the rack.
We shouldn’t go through this “love” we young girls talk about: but “real love”
From the one most high.
Let his love reign.
He wants your hand.
He says “Give me your hand,
Make room for me to lead so that you can follow me beyond this poem.
Let others have privacy of touching words,
And loss of love.
For me “give me your hand.”
We don’t want to jump and think we are in love.
What is it with love that makes me and breaks me?
Why do I love so?
When in love do I truly love or is it a game I try to be a part of?
I spent my whole life chasing,
In the end the one thing I truly love is the pursuit of love.
Love is just.
It won’t be broken or tamed!
Love is Love.
Written by Breanna Johnson