My winter poem does not really have anything to do with winter itself but the prompt just brings back memories. It reminds me of a few winters ago when I wrote a poem called “Love Love.” And I am going to share that poem with you instead…
“Love Love”
A lot of people love love…
But does love love them back?
And sometimes love loves us, but we don’t reciprocate that.
Why can’t we just love love while love is loving us?
And I mean LOVE love and not just simply settle for lust.
Many people search for this tornado of love and many will never find.
Because they are hit with lust's gusts
and are turned back to what's behind.
And while lust leaves us in a bind trying to tend to the wounds and scars.
We forget that love may hurt, but love heals.
So why not love hard?
But does love love them back?
And sometimes love loves us, but we don’t reciprocate that.
Why can’t we just love love while love is loving us?
And I mean LOVE love and not just simply settle for lust.
Many people search for this tornado of love and many will never find.
Because they are hit with lust's gusts
and are turned back to what's behind.
And while lust leaves us in a bind trying to tend to the wounds and scars.
We forget that love may hurt, but love heals.
So why not love hard?
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