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Love is a shapeshifter
You can't catch it
Save it
Or grow it
When you want to
It slips through your fingers at a whim
It hides in closets and shoes boxes
It screams from the mouths of mothers to babes
It is a liver, fighter and changling
You have to savour it when you find it
Lust and chemistry try to masquerade as it
Mostly it just sits there waiting to blow away your conceptions of it.
It never does what you say or act as you'd think
And even its changing is not predictable
Its a quiet knowing on the wind as much as a raging fire of confusion.
It does all manner of things
And still we think our inept minds can conquer it
What a stunning hope!
Each definition could stand
Each definition could stand alone as a persuasive and stylish description of something with so many forms and facets that it's daunting to even try to pin it down. But surprisingly, you covered a lot of bases here with cunning, perception and charm.
Loving every line. Impressive!
Thankyou so much! It was a
Thankyou so much! It was a quickie but I ahd to write it before it floated away. Was going to work on it . But I'll just leave it as is. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
This poem contains a lot of
This poem contains a lot of profound wisdom.
Starward
Truths
Love arrives in many forms, "masquerqading" or lusty, from surprising places, with hugs and hearts. We move closer when times are tough, rediscover in us a capacity to adore.
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Many faces, many features--love.
~A~