What is True Love - Poem

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WHAT IS TRUE LOVE?

What is that onrush, deep within, that sets your heart beating?

Palms turn clammy; the breath quickens, engine-like, relentless,

The sight of someone sinks a thunderbolt into your stomach,

Eyes widen and lips quiver; the world lights up, incandescent.

Is that what true love does to you?

When the world gazes on with an enigmatic smile,

Having seen the same reactions ten thousand times before,

You flounder in a sea of emotions, each wave threatening

To pull you under; to pull you asunder; and yet, you hang on,

Desperately wanting to hold on to every passing straw.

Is that what true love is?

When one strong sinewy hand, held out, pulls you ashore,

You gasp in relief, hang on and then let go, safe on the shore,

Where a lighthouse beckons, its lone eye casting its glance around

The treacherous waters to guide you and myriad others to safety.

Now that must be true love, no doubt.

Yet, once the shore is reached you are on your own,

Dry and protected, you stand on the sand, your feet a-quiver,

Waiting in anticipation, unsure of how to move forward,

The hand stretches out, grazes your fingers, a gentle caress,

And in a blinding flash that lights up the sky and earth,

You know the truth…this is true love.


 This poem won the first prize in  a Literary Event powered by Chrysanthemum Chronicles titled The Drowning Poems of Love.

 

 


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