The Importance Of Nothingness

Poem By Bridgid Patrick

You didnt love me
Dont you know the meaning of the word love?
This isnt child's play or dominoes
This is love. the most powerful force in life.
It has moved many mountains
Crumbled several walls
I hate love sometimes
For was it not for love i would not be here now writing about love
For i know what love is
Love is unpredictable
It has touched me with its gentle feathers and washed me away within its thunderous waves
Love is pain.
For love stung me with its spiked tail and lashed me with its fiery whip
Love is kind
For love opened my heart and let in a ray of sunshine.
Love is laughter.
For laughter is the music of the soul, the music of angels and the music of good.
Love is truth.
Because truth in itself is an act of God and God in itself is the truth.
Love was good
Better than a big fry up at the weekend or a long lie in in the morning.
Love is gone
As gone as the dodo and the days of old
Love is space
For within this space all other types of emotions can be experienced
Love is life.
For to love is to live and to live is to love.

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