Loves Content

 

Loves content

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is love possibly like a wilted rose

trying it’s best to grow roots that

long to bloom.

Or is it given to change like

a weather vane twisting and

turning on the crest of winds

dating game.

 

Maybe it’s like the deepest

secret that nobody knows, a

bud within a bud of such

renown just wanting to

explode into sound like

a finely tuned instrument

found by two strangers

who were always alone.

 

Contented I let love rise

from within and underneath

it all found my folly turned

to hate and resentment for

love, so I let it die.

 

Then you came from I know

not yet where as you entered

my heart a mystery you

were there.

I stand obliged and awkward

to love you but I do thus content

I know of no other way but

to fall deeply in love with you.

 

You sleep beside me and I watch

your perfect form as your hand

lays across my chest and my heart

aches for more of you to always

be there as perfect as you are.

 

Oh how I’ve loved thee and been

despised with so many complex

twisted and stubborn prides

wanting always to take you

as my bride.

 

Is love that corrupt to disallow

me to be part of it though fleeting

it has been in my life.

Now I hunger for it still and will

until my dying breath and like a

sweet bouquet loves content in

my memory of you.

 

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Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more.

He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.
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Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more. He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published. In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.

4 thoughts on “Loves Content

  • August 11, 2018 at 9:24 PM
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    For all the pain it can cause, for all the demands it implores, love is the only thing that we truly desire in all of our lives, regardless of age. Love though is never corrupt, but corrupted by our blind desires to have it and keep it. An enigma on many levels. Nicely rendered Vincent, of the nature of love and our ceaseless wanting. Take care my friend.

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    • August 12, 2018 at 8:22 AM
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      Thank you Tony, when LOVE is truly found by two people, it can bind us and keep us together as partners for life, till death do us part is the way it should be with a tender parting kiss from your friend and partner for life on this earth and a smile as we depart.

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  • August 12, 2018 at 12:51 AM
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    Love is the one thing that holds us together heart, soul, mind, and body. Without love we can die inside. Knowing love, even if not returned, keeps us alive. When love is so strong and true, yet not returned, that love expands to all of nature and abides in the heart and soul. I know that loving someone truly is a blessing for me, whether returned or not. Love changes our whole outlook on life and all living things. Loving truly has deepened my spirituality and ability to live love. Beautiful verse, Vincent, and lovely sentiments.

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  • August 12, 2018 at 8:25 AM
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    Phyllis more of us should learn to love as deeply as your message above conveys. LOVE encompasses life itself, for without it in our lives, we become stagnant, depressed and often lost. Even if one can’t find a partner to share LOVE with, giving and showing it in many forms to others and mother nature herself is self rewarding and healing. Well said dear poet, I always sensed your spirit was overflowing in love.

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