T. H. Poet Free verse

True feelings

To love,
It's a lot of things.
To love is to love.
It's to feel half,
It is to suffer. 
To cry, to laugh.
It is to fight, then to forgive.
To love is to wait, to forget.
To love is to make your heart tremble.
Feeling pain, not because you were burned in a fire,
 not because you fell, no, no, 
it's another pain that leaves you breathless, 
narrows your heart, 
your soul doesn't know where it goes.
To love is sweet suffering
I tried love
I am afraid of losing it.

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Darlene De Beaulieu September 4, 2024 at 12:02 PM Hello T.H. this is a very emotional poem. When we find love, we are happy. when one person dose not love the person it hurts. enjoy your day my freind. .Darlene/

Susan Ashley May 7, 2024 at 6:20 PM Dear T. H., an emotional poem. You capture many the facets of love with poignant poetic expression. A wonderful piece. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan