LOVE
is a many splendid thing
it makes the world go around
it is all we need
it conquers all
what the world needs now,
is love sweet love.
These idealized words.
These social imagery laden words
about love,
which according to some I’ve read
is the primal moving force of nature,
along with so many other scenes
from old movies and love songs
and poems and romance novels
and romantic movements
and shiny dream walking
cloud nine floating
little Cupid Naked winged baby
bow and arrow shooting
internal mytho-cultural archtypical
precognitive preconceptions regarding
that one single life motivating word
LOVE.
It sets us up man.
It gives us ideas man.
Makes us idealize something
that is much more a state
of the natural waking walking world
than the Platonian post cave dream like
light filled world of ideals
its real,
not so ideal, you see.
LOVE is NOT
all about rainbows
and sunsets and European food
and music and dancing
and tingling feelings
and staring into the eyes
for several long longing moments
just before the rhythmic
Hollywood sex scene
that continues on
for a very long time.
Yes, LOVE contains these things
and there is beauty in romance
beauty in idealization,
but love
real love
day to day
moment to moment
transcending environmental momentary
conditional factors LOVE.
LOVE.
LOVE is disagreeing.
LOVE is walking through adversity.
LOVE is the screaming baby
in the back seat of an old car
while driving for groceries.
LOVE is sleepless nights and jobs.
And marital counseling and kid raising
and bill paying and struggling
and the dreams of two people
meshing and colliding
and growing and becoming
and unfolding.
It’s about being who you are
and loving someone for who they are.
AND yea man,
there is still that poem inspiring
looking in the eyes,
but it’s the eyes of a person
not an idea
the eyes of the person
that you love.
By sextonpoet
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