Love?

I know not what this thing love is

I have no words to explain

I know of nothing but this pain

It is exquisite pain

It owns me

In it’s presence I have no power

So how is it I feel more alive

More real

More of everything 

More powerful

Than I’ve ever been

 

It owns me

I own it

I am the channel

And it pains me but fulfils me

More than any other thing

 

I love love

And love loves me

C.K.22

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 31st Jul 2022 08:38

A profound poem about the inexplicable, Clare.

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Tom

Fri 29th Jul 2022 23:19

Brilliantly pure and so intoxicating - this poem and love. Great writing.

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