by V R Rutledge

Created on: July 15, 2008

Love as a sonnet

A quarter of a century have I,
In marriage to a lovely woman bound.
Whose very presence serves to make me sigh
For all the peace and happiness I've found.

I cannot tell you what has made it so
Nor tell you why it is that I remain
I only know that I can never go
Without a deep, and soul-destroying, pain.

To find myself alone, with having known
The love of she who makes my life complete,

Is like unto a King who, having shown
That he can win the war, would choose defeat.

And I can tell you that the love I see
But foreshadows what will come to be

Love as an Ode

I sing, for Love, a song of my delighted heart
That is a coming together leaving two lives entwined.
I have not in my life known greater happiness
Than that which, unto me, that joining did impart.
Ambrosia on which Gods, the writers say, have dined
Is but a common food, compared to love's sweet bliss.

For Love will grow because of Love, as time goes by
And never will it fade nor ever will it die.
For that which Fades or over time is gone away
Was never Love had it been seen in light of day.

Love in Free Verse

Love is looks
And Love is touches too
Love is what you feel and think
And love is what you do
You Love, are Loved, give Love and love will come your way
The world loves lovers, at least that's what the lovers say.
If you do not have love you will not last too long
A tale of losing love is not a happy song.
You Live for Love, you die for love but most of all
You search for Love
For love is the answer,
If we only knew the question.
Perhaps the Mathematical value of Love
Is forty two.

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