Love

[Guest Rustic Monk]

Love

Gabriel Duncan

I used to live in such a simple world

Where everything was black and white

But now it?s changing

And nothing will ever be the same

When I look at you

I know I?m home

But when I?m out alone

I begin to wander

I used to know just who I was

Where I stood inside myself

But now I?m lost

And I don?t know if I can find my way

Can I wander back to this?

I used to believe in stasis

Permanent identities

But now I see it?s obsolete

The whole argument is meaningless

I tried to stay

As hard as I could

But skin is only superficial

I?ve found my tastes desultory

It's your eyes that entrance me

Your smile

That lights the darkest of moods

The very soul of what love is

It?s you

You?re the only one I want

Not a body

Or an idea

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[Tragic Rabbit]

I like this very much, esp the last four stanzas.

Kisses...

TR

[Jason Rimbaud]

I like this as well. The last stanza speaks volumes.

"It's you

You're the only one I want

Not a body

Or an idea"

Once, long ago, I fell in love with a girl. And though she returned that love, it was hard for her to wrap her mind around the idea of me sleeping with boys before her. I tried to explain that it didn't matter about which parts she had or didn't have, but in the end, we broke up. I tihink you captured what I tried to tell her all those years ago. I loved her, not her body or the idea of being straight. Very powerful piece that spoke directly to my emotions. Loved this, really did.

Jason R.

[Guest Rustic Monk]

thank you.

i'm going to be writing a lot more on this subject.

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I used to believe in stasis

Permanent identities

But now I see it?s obsolete

The whole argument is meaningless

People can change many things if they want to and work at it. It can take a long, long time... or they can see a new idea and change in an instant, transformed. But they do change. It's the nature of living.

It?s you

You?re the only one I want

Not a body

Or an idea

We love because we love. Be that a partner, boyfriend or girlfriend -- or the love we have for friends, family, neighbors, shaggy dogs, whoever.

It doesn't matter to me that a few friends aren't the most beautiful on the outside. What matters is who they are inside. I don't care about their faults, either. They've proven that their good points far outweigh their weaknesses. I'm not exactly perfect either; all too aware of that.

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This is a great poem, and now one of my favorites of yours.