This thing called Love

We all want to know what love is. However, I do not believe there is any one description for love…and as this poem suggests it's what you want it to be. What do you think?
What is this thing we call love that’s fashioned like a two edged sword
That cuts the cold hard asunder, revealing a love of pure ethereal measure
Yet pierces the passion filled heart, leaving it to bleed almost forever?

What is this thing called love that has the power of life and death
Transcending the highest highs in life, denying the very truth of our mortality
But like a lethal potion coursing through your veins, purposefully sapping your vitality?

What is this thing called love that’s as threatening as a disease and as miraculous as a cure
Breathing despair to no end, causing you to rise each uncertain day in unappeasable fear
Yet eradicates the cancer that slowly ate you to naught, restoring you wholly to a newness like never before?

This thing called love is what you choose for it to be
It can be your good, it can be your bad or you may see it as both

I see love as my strength, my hope, my truth…
And that small, yet still resilient voice assures me
That the chance to know what true love really is not remote
But it is embedded in the soul and will unfold
When you yearn to experience it and all its untolds.

By J C
Published: 3/31/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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