Hi guys.
I'm wondering if anyone minds giving some feedback and thoughts on this poem. This poem is from my recently self-published anthology 'What's this thing called Love?' By the way, this poem was inspired from 1 Corinthians 13:4-12. While I understand that this passage does not refer to the notion of romantic love, I believe this is the way we would love our spouses or partners.
What’s this thing called love?
What’s this thing called love?
Love is patient and kind.
It is not rude,
It is not selfish,
Nor does it get jealous.
What’s this thing called love?
Love does not boast.
It is not the mere chocolates and flowers you give.
It is not tangible,
Nor is it material.
What’s this thing called love?
Love is a sense of unity,
It does not equate to sex,
It speaks for your genuine affection,
Your connection with the other,
Love admires one’s qualities.
What’s this thing called love?
Love patiently accepts all things,
Whatever his faults,
Whether he’s married,
Or attached.
What’s this thing called love?
Love is praying for the other person,
It always trusts,
Always hopes,
Always remains strong.
If he loves you back,
So be it.
If he doesn’t,
Set him free.
Let the dove be released from my hands
And fly to your window
Spreading the wings of my love
Delivering a beautiful rose and envelope to your window in its beak
Enclosing this poem
Dropping it on your desk
And sweetly whistle my love for you.
May the dove fly over you
And shower you with cherry blossoms daily.
I'm wondering if anyone minds giving some feedback and thoughts on this poem. This poem is from my recently self-published anthology 'What's this thing called Love?' By the way, this poem was inspired from 1 Corinthians 13:4-12. While I understand that this passage does not refer to the notion of romantic love, I believe this is the way we would love our spouses or partners.
What’s this thing called love?
What’s this thing called love?
Love is patient and kind.
It is not rude,
It is not selfish,
Nor does it get jealous.
What’s this thing called love?
Love does not boast.
It is not the mere chocolates and flowers you give.
It is not tangible,
Nor is it material.
What’s this thing called love?
Love is a sense of unity,
It does not equate to sex,
It speaks for your genuine affection,
Your connection with the other,
Love admires one’s qualities.
What’s this thing called love?
Love patiently accepts all things,
Whatever his faults,
Whether he’s married,
Or attached.
What’s this thing called love?
Love is praying for the other person,
It always trusts,
Always hopes,
Always remains strong.
If he loves you back,
So be it.
If he doesn’t,
Set him free.
Let the dove be released from my hands
And fly to your window
Spreading the wings of my love
Delivering a beautiful rose and envelope to your window in its beak
Enclosing this poem
Dropping it on your desk
And sweetly whistle my love for you.
May the dove fly over you
And shower you with cherry blossoms daily.