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Saturday, October 17

A Piece Of Real Love


There is
Not other word
To describe love
Than love itself.
When while I give
I get back
You welcome
Then set free and depart
To have your goes
Knowing for sure
You' ll be once more
At my side
If only to stop your starve
That's real love
Now this I know
The rest
Shitty
Churlish
Feeble
Deficient
Hasty insolence.
________________________________________________________________________________
(C) Dulce

12 comments:

Nessa said...

It is aptly named.

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Calli said...

Unconditional love is the love you speak of, sweet Dulce. We have this with our beloved pets and our children and hopefully with our family and friends. To have this kind of love with a man seems to be the want, the need. If you can see it, believe it, you will make that so. It is possible...it is!

Calli xx

Angeles said...

Love is Love, the rest is not love.
Simply....
bESOS:)

Shadow said...

love is many many different faces... i see you know this.

clean and crazy said...

very well written

Anonymous said...

love, love, love. all we need is love..
I love your take on it.. nicely written..
:}

Rikkij said...

Dulcemiester-Love, I think, is the greatest and worst of feelings. Often at the same time. well put, Dulce. ~rick

steveroni said...

Wow, Angeles said it so well: LOVE IS LOVE.

Everything else is NOT!

PEACE, DULCE! Have a great weekend!

Sylvia said...

I am speechless in many ways.

Anonymous said...

What would we do without love :) Nice my friend :)

Fireblossom said...

Ha! Wow. You and those endings, woman! You are like a sweet breeze that has just invited itself into my world, and i am just pretty delighted about it. I always watch for your comments at my blog. You rock! (and so does your poetry). I love the picture, too, that's so sweet!

The comments above are quite cool, too, especially Calli's. I love coming here!

Margie said...

You expressed it so well, Dulce!
Bravo!

Margie
xx