What Is Love?
A Love Poem
Fire, heat, and lust,
Time, tide, and toil.
True love wont burn the soul,
But work to feed the soil.
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This poem was written for the ‘Short & Sweet’ challenge, where us Vocal writers were tasked with writing a love poem constructed of only four letter words or less. A tough challenge already, but I figured, I wonder if I can whittle the challenge down further, to just four lines. Let me know how you think I did 😊
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Comments (4)
Well done!
Short sweet and unique!!! Love this!!!♥️♥️💕
Four lines of truth. Well done on this one, Gary!! (Although 'tears' is regrettably 5 letters.)
lust... Read my story? https://vocal.media/fiction/an-irrevocable-dream-about-a-mermaid