Love itself is you.
Poem about agape love
Love found me when I wasn’t searching,
in a lost chaotic warzone
he whisked me away;
I was oblivious to the violence I engulfed in.
My pride resisted him for a long time,
I thought I had a fight of victory against him,
just when I drowned in the blood sea of the war-
he caught me by wrist and drew me to himself.
He was strange to me,
I still saw him with the old eyes-
the pleading urge- ‘I need to please him,
now that he has saved me again.’
It happens every time and I always dive back into old me,
maybe it was the fear of being punished
for desiring to go back to that bloody pit of hell,
that’s why I come back to you again.
Everyone had told me different sides of him,
it couldn’t be less strange,
just that this time,
I didn’t want to go back to the muddy clay,
I didn’t want to look back,
seventy years might be too late for me,
so, I want to know now,
everything I can do to please him.
But as I learn from people-
people who knew more than me…
They told me about love and he made sense to me
I desire more
I want to be sure of myself in him
then I realize I was wrong about him all along
I had viewed from a stranger’s view
just a little closer, I saw he was a gentleman
and his gentle love overwhelmed me
he was misrepresented
we all got him wrong.
