They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
"Love Is A Verb"
Love is just a word.
Or is it?
It can mean so little,
or so very much.
Sometimes its like a noun,
in a visual sense.
Like the wedding couple on the cake.
Something you can reach out and touch.
But that alone doesn't make it real.
It's just the beginning of all that will or won't be.
It takes more than that.
More than just words . . .
much more than mere uttering of promises from you to me.
For love to truly be something magically delicious,
it must be so much more.
Something that moves you.
Love is a verb my friends
and as such I call out to you all . . .
to stand up and take action!
To do all that you can do.
Love can't stand alone,
left to brave the elements.
Much like a house built upon sand,
it will someday wash away.
It takes hard work you see.
To build up a love that will persevere.
One that lasts through the storms of life,
and stands strong day after day.
One must fight for it.
Invest in it like you want it forever.
Don't just say the words
then put it on the burner in back,
as you walk away and let it simmer;
evaporating until the pot burns.
Then blaming this failing love . . .
as your heart like the pot grows black.
I call to you all to fight!
To nurture, invest in and grow . . .
all that your love is and can be.
Action gives us the power . . .
and i stress once again;
love is more than just a word.
You can help it blossom forever . . .
by tending to it like a precious flower.
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Inspired by a twitter prompt:
"Love is a verb"
From: @inkpanther
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Beautiful...as always. I'm such a huge fan of yours now. Your creativity is awe inspiring.
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I'm so glad you keep coming back to read! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much! That is a huge compliment...