Love Is Not Enough
Been staring at this page so long my eyes are desert dry
A mound of balled up brainstorming now standing 4 foot high
I've searched in several languages for a bigger word than 'love'
Then even tried to form my own, but nothing sounds enough
It feels my tongue is swollen, I've a beak instead of lips
I give myself a telling off and try to get a grip
Avert my eyes back to the page and try to let this out
Push to the back of my mind the debating and doubt
Still, love and lust and fancy, even adoration
Cherish, captivation, fervor and devotion
are words of insignificance, insufficient meaning
What happens if I never find a word to fit this feeling?
I'll sit til I design a word I deem appropriate
Describes the sicky, floaty, fluff I gathered in my gut
Even if it takes all day, all night, until next year
Won't fail my expedition of explaining how I feel
5th October 2011
*This is the first pure love poem I could find that I'd written that wasn't tainted. I have plenty of writes of lost love or heartbreak, but this is the most innocent*
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