Love Is...

Love is so incredibly variable. There is no one correct answer or version. We have love for our families, our friends, our homes and pets.

We love music, art, culture, our communities and life itself. If we are lucky, we may have an occupation that we love.

It goes without saying, not all love is the same, nor is it equal.

The following Micro Anthology explores 4 different view points on love.

For my love, my life.

Dedicated to my son. One day I hope he will be old enough to read and appreciate it.

So much for one body to hold.

Full to the brim,

flow over and out.

When life gets hard I will be here,

This is my oath,

My firm, fast vow.

I can’t keep you held in my arms

Safe away from harm,

To stop the fall.

You have to grow into your self,

Find your own way,

Make your own home.

It pains me so to see you hurt,

But you fall hard

Then get back up.

And when you need me, I will come

Help you get onto

your feet once more.

You are my Love, my life, my all.

Time, good or bad,

I am here. Mum.

Love Unconditional

Dedicated to Clare. Her love knows no bounds and this poem was written with her in mind.

Four paws,

A tail,

Fur and nose.

All Love,

no cap,

So it goes.

Hard days

Fall away

With you at home.

A Hug

A pat

And a calm zone.

Our spot,

With you,

My pet, love is all I know.

A Right To Love

For Kat and Liz.

Of all the love I have ever seen

None come near to the two of you.

I know the hard times that have been.

You face the hate and bias of some

to top off the test cast in all love lore.

On a solo path or as one body,

You have held so firm when life tore.

I look to your lead to know

That true love is not some faux tale.

To see you hand in hand,

Is to see hope, even when love and I fail.

Tale as Old as Time

Boy met girl

And lips did curl

In Coy look so fine.

A tale as old as time.

Love came and grew

Till cold wind blew.

Fear cut so deep

That love fell to sleep.

And Hurt took hold.

One day hurt will fold.

Once more the fire will burn

When it is time to turn

With love at the core

To take it's seat once more.

Love is.... what you make of it.

I will confess, poetry is not normally my forte. I don't call myself a poet, simply an author. I do believe the best way to develop as an author is to experiment with genres outside of my comfort zone, which is exactly what poetry is for me.

I hope you enjoyed my compilation of poems celebrating a few of the different aspects of love and thank you for reading.