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I know nothing of love


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I know nothing of love

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I used to think I knew deeply of love,

Yet it seems all that my heart believed

Was a lie.

 

To want to hold someone, because they

Are beautiful; to want to love someone

Because they are gentle;

 

To want to be with someone because

They bring out the best in you, and

You in them;

 

To write with passion verse inspired

By their heart and their soul, from

Your same depths;

 

To want to hold this person close

To you forever, above all others,

Unconditionally;

 

To want to change the world

Together – through love's glorious

Mirror;

 

To weave symphonies of sound

Because they are your

Muse;

 

To bring enlightened souls

For gentle keeping through

Passionate union.

 

The years have proven my naivety,

With long, cold nights, without end,

Save for the briefest of glances.

 

My heart is a bitter wasteland,

Consumed with loneliness, and

Frustration's dark disease.

 

I would give all to one,

Yet they might not even

Know of my heart's beating.

 

I would wait night and day,

Faithfully, without regret, yet

With cold's increasing visits.

 

I would pine as I saw the

Beloved stolen away by

Impure hearts.

 

I would despair at the

Efforts that I made – worse

Than futile.

 

Perhaps love is not enough

In this world?

Perhaps romance matters more.

 

But isn't love more important?

Romance's year-lasting wrenches

Don't survive beyond without it.

 

I don't know much of this brutal

World, save that I thought

I knew what love was.

 

But perhaps I was all wrong,

Perhaps love is but an

Illusion to keep us all sane,

 

To keep us from madness's

Grip at the realisation of

The meaninglessness of life.

 

Fate's cruel hands seem never

Failing to snatch away the love

That the gentlest hearts need most.

 

So they are left standing

Alone, abandoned, aware

Of nothing save their solitude.

 

Their only remaining duty,

To wait for the dark reaper's

Imminent arrival.

 

I used to think I knew all

Of love – how innocent

And stupid I was.

 

Then I met you, and

Found that perhaps,

I know nothing of love…

 

But will you teach me?

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