Love has many faces

by Ole Carsten   Aug 19, 2012


Love has many faces.
It is like a server fever going on for days,
No one is seeking medical cure for it.
Many pray to have and feel love,
Poets struggle to describe love.
I found the essence of love,
It came with a quiet smile,
Love opened my mind and soul.
The wonderful warm shivers inside,
Feeling of chill runs down the spine.
I don't want it to stop; never.
Please don't cure me,
Just smile and kiss me over again,
That is the true love.

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thanks to Khalid for comments and improvements

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  • 12 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I liked this one, well done. The flow was really easy and your words speak volumes of truth!

  • 12 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    How do describe love? I guess we all
    have different opinions. Love is something
    beautiful, innocent and pure. It's about
    honesty, trust and mutual respekt.
    Love can also be very painful and sometimes
    can become ugly. Either way, title well
    chosen. Enjoyed reading

  • 12 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    Nice piece! Some critiques are as follows:
    Love has many faces.
    It is like a high fever going on for days,
    The word 'high' should be replaced with words like 'hard' or 'severe'
    No one are seeking medical cure for it.
    'are' should be replaced with 'is'
    Many pray to have and feel love,
    Poets struggle to describe love.
    I found the essence of love,
    It came with a quiet smile,
    Love opened my mind and soul.
    The wonderful warm shiver inside,
    'shiver' should be 'shivers'
    A chill feeling runs down the spine.
    'Feeling of chill...'
    I don't want it to stop never.
    (I don't want to stop; never.0
    Please don't cure me,
    Just smile and kiss me over again,
    That is the true love.
    (Besides this, all the commas you used are unnecessary).
    This aside, I loved the story.

  • 12 years ago

    by Odin Ebbesen

    You are right once more, love has many faces even some we don't like

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