LOVE..love....luv....

[fifty5]

I think my own, one and only, erotic poem here at Lit demonstrates the depth and intensity of real/true/sexual love I feel for someone. Yes, it's deep, and it's hard hitting, but, that's love!

Fabulous.

Your partner's very fortunate indeed, Lou.

f5

 

[raphy]

Fabulous.

Your partner's very fortunate indeed, Lou.

f5

I'll second that. Lou's a gem

It's a fantastic poem, Loulou .. Really, really powerful. Obviously, it's not an unrequited love poem, it's a poem about a successful relationship - I have to admit, I've really only ever written two or three songs with that subject. Writing songs about pain seems to be so much easier - Anyone know why that seems to be so?

I did write this though

You are the sunlight to my rain, the passion to my pain
You give me life again, and I love you
You are the brightness of my day, the whiteness to my gray
The wind that carries me away, and I love you
You're the beating of my heart, tearing me apart
Giving me a brand new start, and I love you
You're the dream that makes me real, you're the reason that I feel
You're satin over steel, and I love you

 

[spiderman09]

RAPHY,

I think what you say here is beautiful.
It word of those two songs made me feel wonderful and sad. I have a lump in my throat and a pain in my stomach.....but, it's ok, because I know I feel and I have felt that love and it was handed back to me one time...but I put it out there. I put myself on the line.....You can't make another person love you no matter how much you try.

Love is one of those things.... you know when you love someone when you can't sleep,and that all you have in your mind is her, she appears in your dreams, and even when you go out to the mall you wish you would see her, you wish you can run up to her and hug her, kiss her, and let her know how much you care about her... love is wonderful but it also could be hurtful, scary, and hard on you and your mind. When love fail life is not the same.. you world change around you, and you feel trap in a hole..... and you are right you can't make another person love you no matter how much you try.....you really can't......only God can.....
and the only thing that you can wish for.. is to hear her voice again, to see her writing, to see her smile, and to be able to know that you and her are happy and enjoying each other once again.....

 

[mcfbridge]

Love is not supposed to hurt, right?

Love is not supposed to break your heart, right?

Love is supposed to make you happy, rght?

LOVE.....a feeling that we all want...we all need...we all look for...love makes your heart pound, your mouth dry, your body quake...

LOVE.....a feeling that we all hate....we all curse...we all turn our heads from....love makes your heart break, your mouth fown, your body curl into a ball....


"Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. " --Kent Nerburn

I guess love to me is making yourself vulnerable enough to your partner that they can hurt you terribly, but trusting her so completely that you know she won't.

 

[NoJo]

I guess love to me is making yourself vulnerable enough to your partner that they can hurt you terribly, but trusting her so completely that you know she won't.

Right on.

 

[Liar]

I think my own, one and only, erotic poem here at Lit demonstrates the depth and intensity of real/true/sexual love I feel for someone. Yes, it's deep, and it's hard hitting, but, that's love!

Lou, I remember that poem from when it first appeard on Lit. The sheer intesity of it says so much about you as a person.Your bloke is lucky indeed.

I often find it hard to just talk about these big emotions straight on. Maybe that is why I write poetry. But if I may contribute, I'd like to do so with the words of another poet, who says it a million times better than I ever could. Fellow semi-lurking Litster Linbido, my best friend and spiritual sister:


Stretching Of A Questionmark

Like I said,
whether you heard or not,
through waves crashing
from commotion of ripples
you unknowingly stir,
this is why.

This is why
I crawl up near,
closer than comfort,
to let your breath
on my neck
lull us both
to sleep...

...because that is my home,
not those walls.

And this is why
I sometimes ask
for you to come
and just be around,
not hold me close
or kiss it better,
but just to watch me
when I cry...

...because privacy most sacred
is too small.

Anyway, like I said,
because you never even
really tried,
you merely turn my concepts
inside out, just passing by...

...and then you have
the nerve to ask?

This is why.

 

[rgraham666]

I really want to apologise for my posts on this thread.

My first post was cold, and my second was whiny.

Sorry all.

I took a long think about why this was over the last day.

The problem with me is that love and pain have become intertwined with one another.

I was raised by people who thought that love was expressed through pain. My adult experiences with love have been associated with pain as well. Either with me loving and the other person not, or both of us finding out that love wasn't enough.

I now automatically associate love and pain. Which causes my defense mechanisms to activate. Which led to the bad posts I put on here.

Sigh. Sorry again.

But at least I haven't given up on love yet.

 

[Guest]

I really want to apologise for my posts on this thread.

My first post was cold, and my second was whiny.

Sorry all.

I took a long think about why this was over the last day.

The problem with me is that love and pain have become intertwined with one another.

I was raised by people who thought that love was expressed through pain. My adult experiences with love have been associated with pain as well. Either with me loving and the other person not, or both of us finding out that love wasn't enough.

I now automatically associate love and pain. Which causes my defense mechanisms to activate. Which led to the bad posts I put on here.

Sigh. Sorry again.

But at least I haven't given up on love yet.

Sweetie, please don't ever feel the need to apologise for expressing how you feel at any given moment. At least you don't bottle your feelings up, letting them fester and eat away at you.

I can tell, from your posts and the things you say, that you do have a lot of love in you and a lot to give. There are many special people here and you are one of them. My life is richer for knowing you, that's for sure.

What I'm trying to tell you is: you touch the lives of others without even realising it. One comment from you can have a positive impact on the life of another.

I, for one, thank you for your candour and your contributions to this wonderful thread.

Lou

P.S. Thanks, A, for starting it.

P.P.S. Thank you, all of you who have commented on my poem, and said what a lucky guy my man is. I am incredibly lucky to have him. I always know that and that realisation hit me again this morning, when he told me he loves me, with such meaning, it made me cry.

 

[rgraham666]

Thank you Lou. That means more to me than I can say.

I did let things fester and eat at me once upon a time. It's one of the main reasons why I got so ill. Luckily I've learned better since.

And there are still those two women where the possibility of love exists.

Failing that, there is a young woman working in an art gallery where I clean up. She is very sweet.

Life's good if you're still around to bitch about it.

 

[Guest]

Thank you Lou. That means more to me than I can say.

I did let things fester and eat at me once upon a time. It's one of the main reasons why I got so ill. Luckily I've learned better since.

And there are still those two women where the possibility of love exists.

Failing that, there is a young woman working in an art gallery where I clean up. She is very sweet.

Life's good if you're still around to bitch about it.

Yep, that's about the size of it!

Very glad to hear there are some special women in your life.

Lou

 

[gauchecritic]

First Love

Racing, to stay still,
Struggling to stay calm,
Bursting to contain it all.

Wishing for certainty,
Crying for nought but joy.
Laughing because you're afraid.

Fighting for comfort,
Straining for peace,
Flying in spite of the fall.

Bound in freedom,
Cursed with good fortune,
Believing in all the charade.

Swamped with emotion,
Blinded by beauty,
Hating that you're in love.

Gauche

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Thanks to all who contributed to this thread, so many stories, so many hearts touched. Sigh.......Love is in the AH!
~A~