Is it love?

When you are filled with love . . .

Is it love when dreams of you must fill my every thought?

And every wayward word is lost in that dream-like fog.

 

How can I act or do or know of anything other than you?

Why is this swirling twirling whirling world so askew?

 

Is it love that heaves my former wants into a rubbish heap?

Yet, sets everything ‘you’ now at its pentacle so steep.

 

Of course love. Nothing but love. Why not blessed love?

Love is what gives life its meaning to everything thereof.

 

For love is all I have to give you on this treasured day.

And on the morrow and on the next - this I humbly pray.

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

This is very sweet and charming and I like the rhyme scheme to a point - couplets; nice choice! They aren't used enough just by themselves and it's annoyingly hard to execute an entire poem in that manner - except then you stab a knife in me at the end by rhyming "day" with "day." Tragedy! Two other minor details: your "it's" in the fourth stanza, second line, should be the possessive "its" not the contraction "it's." As it stands it currently reads, "Love is what gives it is meaning to everything thereof," which I don't think is what you're going for. Also, you might want to come up with another word other than "blessed" for either the fourth stanza, first line, or the last stanza, first line. Using the same adjective twice is a little uncreative in so short a piece. Otherwise, well done as usual.

[CRAZYFACE]

an awesome poem i love it. written with so much emotion :)