When I write poetry I write things that I want to be remembered. I think of famous artist writers lovers and pretty much any one that I have fallen in love with by word song dance touch and taste. With this being said, I want to write on the topic of love, and I don't mean poetry. I hope this will inspire you my friends to think about this in a new light.
William Shakespeare, one of the most breathtaking authors is noted for saying, "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
When I hear it I think of the early morning, when the sun is slowly coming into the windows, and you can hear the birds talking while they are in search of food. I think of the first time in the morning I roll over still been in your embrace and I feel the sweet quiet breathe on my neck.
Love isn't always about true love, because honestly how many times have you seen true love find each other? Sorry that was cynical
But think about the random things that makes us have fleeting feelings and emotions of love.
We all feel strongly when our hearts become enthralled with certain items. From passion to lust to kindness to pain, our hearts pull us from the dirt to cloud nine to the gutter all over again.
The things that makes us go round and makes us feel alive and enveloped in our own egomaniacal selves, but just for that small small instant that you are with the one you care about everything is so beautiful.
All your senses seem to be alive each taste is better each touch is stronger, you feel as if those around you fade in the background and it is only you and them in some far off distant place to where the only thing being thought about is that other person.
But this is a feeling that is always short lived, you feel it rushing from you when you realize that yes it is morning and yes they are leaving. No sorry they cant stay longer and cuddle some more they cant stop getting dressed and realize and soak in what all has happened the night before. Sometimes they want to leave because they feel scared about these strong feelings and believe it is best to run from them in a blaze of glory when they should have stayed the whole time because they could have better realized what did take place.
You see some of the greatest moments of love and affection happen when you least expect it
When you are talking about the special times and thoughts that go through you head during those ten seconds of silence after the last sentence is spoken. The electrifying kiss that happens when you and your lover are enthralled in passion as the lightening strikes and the rain slams down, and the thunder shakes the house with earthly vibrations. When you hold each others water soaked bodies in the shower and feel each bubble of soap slowly go down your body. When all is silent in the night and you open your eyes just to watch your lover asleep beside you, so peaceful, so quiet, so tender and fragile during the last of the late night moments.
It becomes an addiction, this façade as you heart is slammed, your small beating boat against the rocky shores from the intrepid songs of this thing called love.
"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain."
Too many things demand understanding in life, to men there is women, to women there is peace, to us all there is love. And with all these things one must accomplish in the end in order to achieve their own answers, that is the simplest things are not to me answered as if so some extra credit, they are to be experienced.