A Love Poem

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A Love Poem

A fellow young poet

Once told me

“I don’t like love poems

They aren’t my cup of tea.”

Which I thought

Was a little sacrilegious

In the world of poetry

See, love poems

Are where it all started

Those poets who delved

Into worlds uncharted

And poured out their love

With hearts unguarded

Their hands dances across

As their emotion seeped

Into the page

All because of love

Because of the woman

Who walks in beauty like the night

Or who is far more rare

Than any belied by false compare

Those poets were the first

To make their mark

But not the last

To feel the spark

To be compelled to write

About love

There was the man

Who took the road less traveled

He was in love with

Taking chance

And, without a backward glance

Walked into the romance of

The unknown path

A love poem to life

Then there’s Shel Silverstein

Who loved nothing more

Than to make children laugh

With poems of the

Messy bedroom floor

Love poems to laughter

And Mr. Hughes

Whose poem for English B

Helped the world to see

That we’re not that different

You and me

Love poems to equality

And there a thousands more

Who found things to adore

Who wrote poems and rhymes

About far better times

In our world love looks

A lot more like lust

And wild-eyed men

Fight over the broken

Pieces of trust

So give me a love poem

I’d take it any day

Over an outlook on this world

That seems so gray

Give me a love poem

One that rings true

And maybe we can make

This world anew

Now on a scale

From 1 to over trusting

I’m pretty fucking naïve

But this is something

I’m willing to believe

Love is alive

I have no doubt

And that is something

To write a poem about