Word can not describe it
Its that one thing,
that carefully knocks you out cold,
steals your soul of all sadness.
It skips, sings and sighs
and I dance to its melody.
It softens your temper,
to a fluffy light pink.
It blinds you with clarity
make you reveal,
your emotions, your inner-self,
your nudity.
But when you reach so high
It leaves you to the great fall
not by choice, but by faith
not with a smile, but with tears.
That's is when the torment begins
at first its undesirable,
but as you go along
you yearn for it.
So it can return
and defeat the pain,
the heavy tears
and the dark hole
brewing.
Love, a double edged sword
when with it,
it's a weapon and a shield
when without it,
it's a blunt knife puncturing the heart.
But I hold onto it,
whilst bleeding with a smile.
Never letting go. I hold on.
Not onto love. But onto you.
By: Arnold Sanginga
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