Love Poem by Minerva Agriam

I could compose million sonnets
Or songs 'bout this special kind of world
That man belongs;

Only by this man would live & die,
Hate & dare coz this is the reason
Why man existed.

True to its nature man love & lost
But it never get weary
Till man have truly loved.

''Tis the special feeling
Man can't resist; it never
Leaves man till he deceased.

Man shall perish but love
Still exist, to build
A world of true love & peace.

Love is sweet, bitter to some
Who lost a beloved; but still
Love that he feels to all that exist.

Love is sour, but nice to the one
Who has just fallen in love, making
His world colorful dashed with
The glittering glow of the sunlight.

Love is a mixture of feelings,
Joyfullness, nervousness, excitements,
Well, but love is love and
It would knock you off the ground.

Love is something so easy to have
But not easy to get,
It is there in your heart but
You cant have enough of it.

Love is not just the special
Feeling of being in love;
Where you are flying up above
The sweet wings of lovethrobs.

Love is meaningful, too broad
And wide, simple & short;
Only the lovers can express
In their own heartbeats.

Love is pure, holy & beautiful;
Frightful & sorrowful
To a dunce that knows
How is it to be dumped.

Love is giving hope
And sharing wisdom;
And all must love until
Love has consumed us about.

Love is simple but
Creating chaos, sparkling wars;
All these still can't
Best describe what is love.

Love hits me right
Im my lonely heart,
Throbbing with impossible love
That gives my poor heart grief.

Love is tender, caring & free, and
Freedom has set my lovely days
With colorful ways. Ah! In short....
Love is like a light from heaven coming
From the Heavenly Father...


(2/22/03. 8: 08 p.m)