True Love

True Love…

 

On my lips she shared with me her secret

a secret that I chose to not forget.

For what is a kiss but a secret told,

An expression of love so deeply bold

 

So much can be said with that little kiss

In that moment you know if something’s amiss.

You see a lifetime with her by your side

Or you see someone else joining the ride.

 

So is it the nature of true love’s measure,

To reject all sorts of worldly pleasures?

To confess of love, were it there all along…

If so then material things did not belong.

 

No trinkets of matter can substantiate

Nor could they measure up to commiserate

With Love as defined. But what can define love?

Is the temperature of those lips enough?

 

Is it affection? Is it a fondness?

If so, then I disagree, with that pretense

Is it definable, if so let me know

And I will take my pen and drain it slow.

 

So what is true love, is it different for each

And should it become your weaver of speech

If we then become the spoken word

In adjectives drenched with ache and subtle verbs…

 

…in a love letter while holding that bleeding pen,

from the ink that courses through the veins again

Does love endure when the butterflies recede

And in such arms is that all the soul will need—

 

Spared from such jukebox backed belittlements

To the brushed arms of stranger predicaments

How easily this could have been my scene

a tragedy with someone else’s queen

 

But beneath me, you breathe and I inhale

And all those worldly pleasures are not my ails

As I try to give meaning and I fail

For true love has no measure, no boundary to scale.

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “True Love

  • June 5, 2017 at 3:19 PM
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    Wonderful verse, Paul. “For true love has no measure, no boundary to scale.” and that is so true. True love is hard to define and I believe it is different for each couple. I also believe fondness and affection is a great part of true love, but only a part, for there is no end to what true love means. True love goes beyond even death, it is eternal. Great work on this verse, Paul.

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    • June 7, 2017 at 11:49 AM
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      I agree with you Phyllis. True love is eternal, and it is different for everyone. Thank you so much for your kind words.

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  • June 5, 2017 at 7:24 PM
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    Beautifully penned Paul and defining love is not an easy task. Such wonderful phrasing, I particularly like ‘and I will take my pen and drain it slow’. Great work as always my friend.

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    • June 7, 2017 at 11:49 AM
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      I find true love to be one of the most difficult to define, for it is different for everyone. Thank you so much for your kindness Tony

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  • June 5, 2017 at 11:54 PM
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    I never read simple yet deep words defining Love the way You did, with thoughts and images finding its way into my heart, great piece indeed dear Paul, very well done!

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    • June 7, 2017 at 11:50 AM
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      Thank you so much my dear friend, such a compliment from someone so deep as yourself. Thank you.

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