An attempt to classify love...
Few will argue, some will say, Love happens to all at some time, Some may swim the seven seas, Some just make it worth their while.
The first kind of a lover they believe, Is the one with a girl on either side, Often the stock is gleefully refreshed, Giggling bimbettes with insensate minds.
The second, they state is the one, Who writes poems and carves dreams, To his lady love, his soul is devoted, His life is the way she foresees.
The third, they insist is of sensible kind, Who throws away whatever is futile, Selects those few who walk his way, And settles with the one who follows behind.
The fourth, is the cursed lover, Who is so caught in the complexities of life, Love for him is nothing but alien, His time to precious, and he — too wise.
The fifth is overwhelmed with love, Love that adorns his possessions and might, That resides in a material territory, A human heart, oblivious to sight.
I probe and ponder, Fall back and revise, Love for the insensate, love for the wise? I assert, unconcerned of what they decide, Either you’ve never loved, Or loved all your life.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.
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Hmm Was hoping for some comments/suggestions...?
And what about the love of destructive kind Passion and Possession and darkness of mind Or of the one who always unsatisfied with what he has Yearns for the unattained And yet does not know why Or what about the complicated one who makes the spaghetti ball seem simple in comparison to his self-destructive compulsions in love 0KB
Hi Deja..! The whole essence of the poem is captivated in the last two lines... so it does not matter how many distinctions you make in love, my message remains the same. If you and I put our heads together for a lifetime, we could never put together in words the forms of love that exist, so please, lets not even give it a shot. For me, either one never loves, or loves all his life, there is no third option for him. Anyways, thanks for the poetic comment, would've loved to integrate it in the poem! Keep Reading! Rgds.
I somehow have the feeling that everybody loves - in their own way - I guess love is the quintessence of being.. The different forms are just different manifestation of the same fundamental form. Even the feeling of hate is just another manifestation of love. I am not sure if there could be someone who never loves I agree though, that we can never articulate all the myriad forms of love!!
er... ok. kool.
Shouldn't the title be declassification of love, then?
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