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Cloudthings
Cloudthings
Mar 12, 2019 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Phenylethylamine (is just another drug of addiction) (MARCH CONTEST)

Love is not a pretty ride
A fairground fantasy
Love is never careless flowers
Or just saying those words to me

Love is an effort – Love is a choice
Love is a kindness in hand
Love is an offer - a sweet tone of voice
More effort to understand
Love is a truism – a place to rejoice
Love disappears on ‘demand’

Phenylethylamine
The heady ride of ‘spark”
But this hormone is only a catalyst
Love is comfort, no matter how stark

Love is a constant remembering
A prompt to possible good
Seeing beyond current dramas
Not how it’s been – How it COULD!

Love is an ongoing action
If you cease, it will die in your hands
My love seeks your love consistently
Love’s softer place to land.

— Cloudthings, Mar 12, 2019

About This Poem

Last Few Words: These are lyrics really, with a chorus (2nd stanza) that can be repeated between versus... it's what I think is part of the TRUTH of love, not the hormones we feel when we think we are "Falling in love" - Phenylethylamine makes you feel high & lose appetite & be all giddy & heart skips & tummy backflips at the thought of a new love.

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

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Critiques

Geezer

Geezer

7 years 2 months ago

I'm still...

addicted! I have had the luck to be with the same wife/partner/lover for the last thirty something years and I still experience the high, every time I kiss and/or hug her! Yes, love is like a garden, if you don't tend it and nurture it, pulling weeds, it will die out. Nice work and as it seems to be a song, I don't have any suggestions as to rhythm or pattern. ~ Gee.
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Cloudthings

Cloudthings

7 years 2 months ago

Thanks Gee

I always remember your beautiful attentive commitment to your love, it's something that I truly admire in you & part of why I feel such fondness for you. Someone put something up on FB today that partners this so well - in a nutshell, it describes how the Latin word for love stems from the word courage. To live in the world from the heart is to be courageous... you are a lucky man & she is a lucky woman. Bravo to both of you, I love it xxx

S

scribbler

7 years 2 months ago

Hi Anni

I guess Susan has been slipping that drug into my food for the past 46 years lol. I enjoyed your poem and good luck in contest....stan

Cloudthings

Cloudthings

7 years 2 months ago

Fantastic

another lucky couple. So great, I love my husband, but he is FAR from romantic or nostalgic... I can't complain, I do prefer a good brain, & he is scientist. Don't know that I can say we still have that crazy PEA hit every day though. I would have thought that rare, but maybe poets are more courageous of heart