What is love?

by Emma Brown   Dec 2, 2006


Love is not a miracle
Nor is it a dream.
Love is what you make it
Though it may not be what it seems.

You never get love if you want it.
You never get what you need.
Love is highly complicated.
But it grows like a tiny seed.

Love doesn't always make you happy
But it keeps you strong.
Your lover gives you their heart;
Now, that's where you belong.

No one can take away this feeling
But they can die trying.
You used to be so alone.
You always used to be crying.

Now all I see is a smile on your face.
It makes me proud of you.
I want to congratulate your lover
For taking away your blue.

I love it when you smile.
It brings a tear to my eye.
Now, you're happy
And all I can do is cry.

© Emma Brown

Comments and Votes appreciated.
Much love, Emma xox

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  • 17 years ago

    by Matt Dahl

    I really enjoyed reading your poem. Outstanding job! Keep up the great work!