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.
© Copyright by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
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.
- My Muse-My Shadow - June 15, 2019
- Lit Up Skies - April 4, 2019
- Fair Thee Well - April 3, 2019
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.
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.
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.
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.