Love

lovers in the first throes of passion

often

vacillate between mountainous highs and deep lows

each day,

hour, minute,

until moments of peace, serenity and

reason

temper the initial exhilaration, and

simple, pure love reigns supreme.

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6 Responses to Love

  1. Alina says:

    This poem is magnificent!
    I like it a lot!
    Thank you for share it with us,my friend!
    This week-end love is in the air ;)

    Enjoy the moment! :)

  2. bindo says:

    A fine a poem as any….
    I’m just glad my “Other”
    Knows me so well, she only offered me coffee in a red mug and a cigarette waiting with a new red lighter..

    Peace

    • Paul Andrew Russell says:

      Everything you desire then, Bindo, was awaiting you; cool. The ingredients for a happy day.

      Be well my friend.

      Thanks for the positive comment, much appreciated.

  3. Jaymie says:

    real love is tempered…and beautiful.

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