Consumed To Love
Love is a beautiful sketch
Depending on the artist,
And the viewer's taste of art;
Cheerful or morose.
To some,
Love fills the belly with butterflies
Like the sight of a party cooler.
While to some other,
It has no meaning like baby babbles.
Howbeit,
We all carry this plate
Of boiling passion
On our heart's slate,
Ignited by different longings
At different rates,
Fuelling the furnace of our intentions.
Hence,
Consumed by
The satisfaction that love gives
We forget that day by day,
We inch closer to our graves;
For love is both medicine,
And poison.
©Poet Phynerwrites.
Love is enough to sustain life, anyway. And to die being loved, despite the bitterness in this world is a blessing
ReplyDeletei agree. death gives meaning to life and memory is master of death. and nothing commits a thing or person to memory like love. yet, it's important to note that despite the near immortality that love bestows on us, we owe it to ourselves to live and love well.
DeleteIndeed, Love is both medicine, and poison. But we have to take it
ReplyDeleteShort, concise but layered with meanings. The first three lines of the second stanza got me the most.
ReplyDeleteLove can be a party cooler and concomitantly a baby's babbles.
Nicely written.