The Lingo
of Love
The
language of love
isn’t
always passionate,
isn’t
always pretty
roses
and posies;
but
when it’s one
(without
the other)
Love
can turn pretty
ugly
in a
heartbeat
words
degrading
to
desperate deeds.
I
love(d) my husband
(wife,
daughter, son,
nephew,
friend)
but
(there’s always a but)
he (she)
said
(didn’t,
wanted, needed)
and
sooner or later
in
the end
someone
winds up hurt
(or
missing or dead.)
We
can’t ignore or overlook:
I
love my job, (my school,
my boss,
my teacher, my
neighbor)
– the headlines
are littered
with these; and
please,
pay particular
attention,
when
someone says
(with
a passion that’s odd)
I
love (my) country,
I
love (my) god.
PSC
/ 2017-Apr
My offering for Day 3 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day
(PAD).
Assignment: "(blank) of Love:
Assignment: "(blank) of Love:
Wise, this...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nurit. I know this one touches a sensitive chord.
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