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If This Is Love

There was love
once upon a time.
It was sometimes cruel,
It was sometimes kind.

Was it all a game, a trap, a snare?
A love to mock me,
My heart to tear?

Is this true love he holds for me
Or is it all some joke of fantasy?

Did he give false hope of forever love
to send despair I will never rise above?

I want to believe his love is true
But of all women, why is it me he would choose?

I don’t understand this mystery,
But perhaps I’m better alone, just me.

by Sharon Tulley
Message from the author: Thinking today… sometimes hopes… romantic thoughts… are better off in dreams.

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1 taylor June 2, 2009 at 5:30 PM

hey this poem is so good i understand where its coming from

2 Sharon Tulley June 2, 2009 at 7:39 PM

Thank you Taylor… I need to quit being my own worst enemy and become a friend to me … maybe then.. I’ll be ready for love someday… but I don’t believe in a perfect love anymore… just real love one day that grows more each day. Oh to find such a love as that! Would be bliss!

3 Stormy June 3, 2009 at 7:23 AM

Enjoyed the poem, and can relate to some of the feelings listed, and understand the point of view well.

4 KK June 4, 2009 at 7:31 PM

Wow I really like this poem. It’s really intune into you inner-most emotions and full of depth and feeling. Let me tell you, I know how you feel. And like Sharon… I am my worst enemy, in more ways than one. Honestly I don’t believe in true love anymore- my perception is that it’s just something humans like to believe is perfect and prentend they can make one thing perfect therefore because we are so imperfect. Yes I know I’m to young to “have love” but there is different types of love; like pet love, friend love, family love, etc. Great!!! :D

5 Line June 7, 2009 at 3:09 PM

I know how feel. I feel it right now.
I do not anymore believe in perfect love, because I lost him a few weeks ago.
Nonetheless a very beautiful poem. Well written!

6 mpho June 9, 2009 at 6:49 AM

your poem is very good, because it really made me to go back to think about who i am and i found that i am at the same position as you are my dear,what you said is really good ,we must stop to be the ememies of our selves.I am telling you, your poem is really fantastic!!!

7 mpho June 9, 2009 at 6:50 AM

Your poem is fantastic

8 shaba August 28, 2009 at 10:22 AM

dis poem wuz wack.. like fa real

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