Finding True Love
True love is not a word to recite, but an emotion, that your heart is concealing. Lovers, express love all the time, but those are just, thought to be feelings. How does one even know, if it is love for thee they are feeling?
Some lovers, are love drunk all the time, but once awoken, with hatred they are dealing. Is that the irony of love? or is it the lust of the flesh, that kept you wheeling?
You can’t blame love, for what you do, if not for love, life would not be appealing. It is this four letter word, when truly felt, to every soul, will bring healing. Other than that, all words are simply to your heart teasing.
Your heart may have many beats, but only one tune, will leave you kneeling. Look for what I call a wise love, and set aside, what to your eyes may seem pleasing. The painting, that is today flamboyant, tomorrow will be dull and displeasing.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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