Love Poem: Lets Talk About Love
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Written by: Rupert Pearson

Lets Talk About Love

Lets talk about love

Love is meant to be an opportunity
To share a place in time,
And an open heart for a person, 
That God has designed, just for you.
Love is to be our now,
Our everlasting and our happily forever after.
Love is to be the juxtaposition of two,
Moving through a life as the embodiment of one.
Love is to be a place,
That you are never unsure of,
And your hearts most intimate prayer.

Love is offering your breath
So that who holds your heart can breathe.
Love is when that someone
Brings the best in you, out of you.
Love is a wanting and needing,
To be better than you ever were, or could be
For love demands no less.
Love is living with a fire in your belly,
That is fueled by knowing who you pledged yourself to.
 Love is synchronized heart beats, rhythmic breathing
And love is a complete thought, of two independent views.

Love is a strong, never weak or timid.
Love is a smile that means everything
To that person who safe guards your heart
And nothing, to anyone else.
Love is a story of a blissful journey,
In and out of the conduits of time.
Where that person, your person is as beautiful as the first day.

Love is rescuing a lonely heart
And a promise to have and to hold till time is no more.
Love to exist within and beyond the memories of a lifetime.
It is being committed beyond the challenges,
Making whole beyond any and all pain.
And love is the dance that you never want to end. 

What has happened?
What has love become?
Love today is not as it was created,
It has become an amalgamation of gray areas
Buffered by few sunny days, but much more dark nights.
L-O-V-E a four-letter word
Which now stands for very little and demonstrates even less.

Love is rewritten to mean a collection of vengeful thoughts,
Baby mama and baby daddy drama,
Meddling voices adding poison to the mix,
Who then run for cover after the damage is done? 
Claiming to have washed their hands, 
Cause them nah get in big people business.
Love is today ungrateful, cruel, secretive and oppressive; 
It holds grudges and is unforgiving.
Love is about what ‘s convenient,
A means to an end,
A stepladder to fulfilling a master plan. 

Haven’t you seen the play…
The actors present nicely in public,
The performance is a collection of rehearsed scenes,
Where the emotional spears that tore each other’s flesh from bones
Are put away during the intermission,
And the veil of lovingness is presented,
But don’t dear peek behind the veil,
For a stranger might see the reality that has been so cleverly hidden.
Love now is a listing of what was,
What could have been? 
What it use to be like.
True love, God meaning love,
Is now a fairytale passed down from a long since dead generation.

Love is sleeping with an enemy
You surrendered your single life to,
A person who you willingly said I Do to,
Thinking they will keep you focused, slow you down
Be by your side; help you conquer the world,
And be the foundation on which,
The very best version of you always wins. 
Maybe this is just a view from a past dream,
That love has become a life now,
That only death offers an escape from. 

In the beginning there was Love and it was GOOD.  
Love is a design of a majestic entity,
Who took the time to form and shape us is His image,
He us gave a world, He gave us our very existence and He has sustained us ever since.
All that He has done and is doing is Love.

All that we do and are doing
Is hawking up the bile in the pit of our stomachs
And spitting in the face of God himself.
At the institution of Love, He so carefully crafted.
He gave us a guidebook, His word
On how to love each other, On how to treat each other,
But we choose instead to say, I know better than you God
And I will do it my way…..so how is love today working out?