Poem: About Love
About Love
I once was a child, so long ago,
and made the mistakes of youth…
though I searched and longed for perfect love,
was slow recognizing the truth…
that love is an illusion.
It can't always be perfect and pure…
can never be all you dreamed of…
has no guarantee to endure.
In love, you may see many faces.
It’s true it sometimes can be grand
and may last throughout your lifetime;
so, capture it- if you can!
Don’t ever take love for granted,
for love is a living thing…
living and growing - or dying,
whichever the fates may bring.
June Kellum
Oct. 1973
Revised-Aug 2003
Labels: poem, Poem (Love), poems
posted by JunieRose2005 @ 11:22 AM
4 Comments
4 Comments:
I love it Junie!
I hope if you aren't presently still writing you'll think about picking up the pen and again.
You are very good.
Terrific poem! The only perfect love I know of is God's love. You and I are blessed to have wonderful husbands who love us and whom we love. We are also very blessed to have a loving family.
Love is a living thing - Junie, that's so true. I always enjoy reading your poems, you have a real gift. ((hugs))
Thanks for reading, ladies.
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