I often hear


Love, I often hear, with cascade of definitions placed before me, 

with the limited words, sometimes guilt, thrown towards me,

often forgotten, then suddenly, there you are before me, 

I bare the silence, then decide to break it, reminiscing the wrath that befalls me, 

What is love, I often ask,

for still, I feel like a novice, trying to unwrap the layers that console me. 


Love, sometimes difficult to explain, for we all have our little window, from which we see through to define what love is for you and how you choose to show it. 


10 thoughts on “I often hear

    1. Thank you Ellen, this came about just when I was experiencing a mind block, with nothing to write, I did a little triggering, hoping it would work, lo and behold there it came.

      Thank you Ellen for stopping by, it means a lot to me. I appreciate it.

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  1. Wonderful poem Simply Me. ❤ I recently heard a profound quote from an excellent film about Gertrude Margaret Lowthian Bell, Queen of the Arabian Desert. It speaks to the ferocity of its passion, its seeming madness and/or reasoning:

    Love is a tyrant, sparing none.

    To varying degrees I find this quite true, for everyone. 🙂

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    1. Professor, you certainly have a lovely way of putting your words, which is very much intriguing, it certainly is lovely to see you again. I must agree, once you allow yourself to be plunged, then be prepared to bare the aftermath of pain and it’s fair share of tears.

      I love the quote.

      Thank you for visiting.

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