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I have seen a lot of life...some good...some bad. I have learned that life and Love are what we make it, and that the power of the word can literally move mountains...

I wrote this Poem with the hope that I can tell a very dear person that I love him, with out being threatening, to myself or to him. And that love in itself is very diverse. I don't know yet If I have accomplished my goal.

I decided to submit this Poem after reading Sage's posting in the forum. The signature was this poem "in a nut shell" so to speak, Therefore...I dedicate these words to Sage!


Such a simple four letter word!
Yet so complicated in its meaning.
It can be all encompassing,
Just on the verge of reality.
It can build up,
And bring new meaning to life.
It can take away the very breath we breath.
Love can give birth to other words, Hope, Trust, Belief.
In the wrong hands,
It can alter their very effect, Trample them down.
Love can destroy.
It seems to me
That love is the clay,
And we the potters
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2 Visitor Comments

my vote is a 10
this is a really good poem. and its the truth . 'love' is such a simple word. yet is so complex.

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