Love is a word used without thought
an expression of feeling often sought
by people who for another they show
strong emotions so the other will know
that the person cares with all of their heart
and are willing to share and be a part
to stay together for the rest of their days
and share their lives in wondrous ways.
Then there are other uses for the word
often by others to describe the verb
when they say they love to dance
or maybe on taking a chance
on placing a bet or taking a dare
or just describing how they fare
when watching a game or eating a meal
then love to them is how they feel
Love can be a fickle thing
sometimes nothing more than a fling
here today whilst the interest is high
gone tomorrow when another goes by
that replaces the original thought
and feeling that is sometimes sought
to describe the emotion at that time
which at that moment is so sublime.
There are others who can truly say
that they have loved in a permanent way
and are still with the person they first adored
or the love of an object or even more
that the word used in a descriptive way
fitted the part and is here to stay
describing their feelings that will not change
which will always be the same.
Me, I am not of the loving kind
at least not in a permanent bind
and have married three women who I first loved
I really thought were sent from above
but things happened it was not to be
and they are just a memory
and love is gone and who is to blame
as life goes on and is never the same.
The one thing I can truly say
there is a love that in its own way
to me is stronger than man and wife
the love of my pets who through my life
have comforted me on many a sad day
before each of them passed away
to be replaced by more of their kind
whose love for me is undefined.
The word itself describes how we feel
and sometimes those feelings are not real
a verbal description on a different day
could be used in a different way
affection or feeling might even belong
or even worship if the feeling is strong
but in truth the word is misused
As we all know, it is sadly abused.
Long live True Love whatever it is.
Written 11/14/2022. Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com
I think the word is often used too lightly.
Yes, it is easy to say,”I love….” whatever it is I love at that time. Used out of context way too often.
It’s a lot easier to say than actually do.
Great poem, Francis! 😊