Irma Labastilla Poet I do not know?

I Confuse Love

I was riding in a bus on my way back home
Watching the pouring rain outside my window,
as my thoughts recognize this epitome
this  argument I had  in an attempt to answer my confusions

I confuse love to create some magic
embodied in a situation we call “romantic”
When in reality it’s simple, enduring and tragic
Far less than being dramatic
I saw love from those who are unloved
Those who receive less but give more than what they have
Society calls them stupid for they weep and starve
when they’re the ones who justify the reality of love

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Beata Agustin December 17, 2024 at 7:19 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Line Gauthier January 17, 2018 at 5:43 AM Very warm and thought-provoking piece. delightful, Irma. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Irma Labastilla January 18, 2018 at 12:55 AM Thanks Line Gauthier.:)