White Sage Poet Free verse

Love

Here is a place of mixed feelings, passions so high
Manipulating judgements, so blind, can't exactly say why
Such emotions so formidable, making you laugh even as you cry
Veiling your views, covering your perceptions, Oh what of such dye
A world of reality so fictitious, illusions so real, a land where hearts never die
Abounding wealth of passions and sentimental, a course on how you try
With achievements of yields in even seasons so dry
With its first touch making the soul engulfed in infatuations like meat in a pie
Affecting the mind, bringing such thoughts, telling the heart any possible lie
Racing beats of the heart through thousands miles

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Anil Deo April 24, 2017 at 6:27 PM i like the range of "events," and emotions here, including deep disappointments. I think u now strength, too, as u have encouraged others to see it in themselves. Thanks for this offering, AD

Dalia Shahein January 4, 2016 at 5:01 PM Love is the gift and the bless In this world , it is the ultimate power in the universe.....great write my friend thanks for sharing....hugs / / :) dalia White Sage January 5, 2016 at 6:21 PM Oh! Dalia i mean, very sorry for that... White Sage January 5, 2016 at 6:17 PM thanks dear Laura, love's surely the best...

Mama Bear January 2, 2016 at 11:13 AM We never lose love even when we age. As humans love is what keeps us going in life and it does not ever become uncomplicated. A wonderful emotion and a great write. Blessings Edith White Sage January 2, 2016 at 2:50 PM thanks Edith...love's always been immortal

Demetrios Trifiatis January 2, 2016 at 5:46 AM Impressive poetic expressions that do not leave the heart unmoved, dear W.S. A seven! White Sage January 2, 2016 at 10:25 AM Thanks for commenting Demetrios

Eileen Manassian January 2, 2016 at 1:27 AM Interesting write, WS. You entitled this love but you also speak of infatuation...and judgements...and manipulations...are these part of love? I'm curious. Thanks for visiting my poem. White Sage January 2, 2016 at 4:02 AM yeah, they and more are all part of love, with the diverse ways it exists...love is like life itself...