Poetry

Love

Is what it is, it is love, it isn’t to be abused
The colour reddish-blue, and selfish when unused.

Is forever, and all around Holy, “a many splendored thing”
Looking for an answer, abound.

Is what it is, it is love, it isn’t to be abused
The colour reddish-blue, and selfish when unused

Is forever, and all around Holy, “a many splendored thing”
Looking for an answer, abound.

When the ocean surface greets the deep
meet up with it, it is beautiful, watching you, whilst you sleep.

 


This Monday Poet will keep it short and simple today, as so many of us will be on holiday, or not, happy writing. Another snippet taken from Chasing Stars, A Poetry Collection by A Girl from Hull.

Thank you for reading.

cropped-4d-logo-sin-border-jan-2017.pngJulie Spencer, Creative Writing, December 2017

Feature image borrowed from free-stock-images. Thank you.

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