Description: I wrote this on the spur of the moment about an hour before I came down to the library to post it.
I do think that love to me is a stranger in that I'm not very familiar with it as I never really knew what it was like to really feel loved growing up.
I think the closest thing was living with my grandparents in Saskatchewan a couple of years as a little kid. I look back on it with fondness and wished my dad would have left me with them instead of taking me back home to BC.
I think that if a girl were to fall in love with me I would be the last one to know it.
A Stranger Called Love -------------------------------------------
Mysterious tendency
is her way.
Walking in
misty shadow.
Under guise
of friendship.
She accompanies
romantic interest.
To forward
her cause.
I think one day
I passed her by.
She looked at me
and gave a smile.
But as for me
I couldn't recognize.
A stranger
called Love.
well, if a guy falls in love with me I am surely the last one to recognize. so I can relate to that very well. I like how you described love as some woman who smiled at you but you just passed her by. great idea.
I most surely, certainly, hope you see someone's love for you when it's staring you in the face! I'm pretty sure you will, you'll feel the butterflies. As for your poem, oh how sorry I feel for this girl that is yearning for you and you don't even know it. 'Under guise of friendship' Yes that's how it usually starts. When you get super close to someone usually things are bound to happen. So just remember that, and maybe you'll remember to notice the love too.
Submission Name: A Stranger Called Love
As for your poem, oh how sorry I feel for this girl that is yearning for you and you don't even know it. 'Under guise of friendship' Yes that's how it usually starts. When you get super close to someone usually things are bound to happen. So just remember that, and maybe you'll remember to notice the love too.