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Love or Sex?
Indeed true love uplifts the soul and the person simultaneously,
But lust is familiar with one way i.e. hell only,
If our love is progressively inclined toward love making,
Then love itself will be lost, its true worth shall remain missing.
Donne’s "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" and "The Good Morrow",
Do emphasise the philosophy of Plato,
Agreed! Even amid such a sophisticated age,
Plato and his Symposium are at work always.
While scanning Ovid’s words I sound a doubter,
That "every love’s defeated by a fresh successor",
Stronger desire in "Sonnet 151" did win over Shakespeare’s love,
For the so-called Dark Lady, his dove.
Hence none can get rid of Eros,
And Aphrodite from the hearts,
Himeros also keeps doing his job all together,
Igniting the corporal desire.
Love is a feeling so is sex,
Both being severe in temperament have the ability to earn vex,
True love seeks a spirit pure, physical beauty shouldn’t be the decisive factor,
Not a must for the lovers to go after.
People get mixed signals as
People get mixed signals as children confusing the 'feelings' of sexual experiences with the virtues and 'emotions' evoked by young love. If they have no concept of the power of 'virtue', they become lost in a sea of ...as you put it 'hell'. But ah...my love, when the two merge in unison and harmony.... we do indeed find heaven ♥♡♥
...I like the poem. Can you tell? ;-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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I have to agree with you my dear friend. In fact, what I want to convey through the poem is that love should be the initial importance of a person and *** will follow since it's something biological. However, if *** is the ultimate goal, then love can hardly breathe in between and that relationship is similar to a castle made of sand. :)
Agreed. The part that creates
Agreed. The part that creates so much unintentional frustration for people, is that only the two people know, and when something is held sacred like that, others can interfere with what the universe may have in store for all who appear so "concerned". A little off the topic of your poem, but in today's world, where people think love is to be exploited and abused, we must often go to lengths to expose the ugliness we all, at times, make of it. Society is of a mistaken impression that togetherness is not togetherness unless we place it on display. Sad, indeed.
....."I sometimes make up and stage huge lies to allow people the fantasy of what they want to hear most...my truth, apparently proven to be something they cannot handle." -a smart person-
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "