love is too much,
too vast,
to be held in a poem.
.
that has been said,
I know. said
over and over.
.
why do I add my
poem to the many, then?
.
This is why.
.
It has all been said.
And I’ve read it.
Yet when I feel the Love,
the Loss,
the Joy,
the Pain,
It’s new.
They all felt what I felt,
Yet none felt what I feel.
.
a word and a word and word and a word.
each has its spot
but none can hold love.
.
Not the love that I feel, have felt.
That they have felt too.
About the Creator
Abigail Penhallegon
I'm an aspiring novelist. I've started many stories and just recently become more confident in my abilities due to the encouragement of great friends and teachers. I'd like to spread joy through my writing, so prepare for happy endings. :)
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Comments (2)
This was such a lovely way to say you love a lot.
I really enjoyed this poem. Despite your feelings of constraint, I think you packed your poem with a great deal of emotion and punch. Well done.