POEM: Loves Truth
Your love was a Talisman, a magnetic charm That made me believe that true love exists.
It made me feel that I had the capacity to love and that I was worth being loved.
Suddenly the dream ended.
The haze was lifted.
The mirage faded away.
And what was left, was the truth.
And the truth is, wanting something to be something that
it’s not doesn’t make it so.
The truth is, love is a riddle that
no one knows the answer to.
The truth is, though the story didn’t end
the way I thought it should.
It was not the conclusion but just the transition
from one chapter to the next.
See, love is like art; it must be felt and appreciated.
And like art what matters most is
what you’re left with after you see or experience it.
With love what matters is that you feel
and appreciate every experience.
That you recognize that the end of things
is often the beginning of things and both are often good.
The truth is your talismanic, magnetic;
Eye-opening love was a chapter in a bigger story,
a lyric in an unsung melody
That truth is, solving love’s riddle is what this story is all about.
Written by: TaMon Kane