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The Soft, Sands of Love

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Where is this love that should be tangible enough to recognize in its true nature?

I do not yet understand what I feel.

I can not possibly fathom what stirs inside me or even give it a name.

Someone passing by may call it love. But who can really be sure? And who really knows?

Throughout our lives, love is seen and felt and heard and soaked up in most areas of our hearts, our souls, our minds.

So, is this same love now in the very fiber of what makes me who I am today?

Is it worth truly exploring?

With a lump in my throat, I try to find ways to preoccupy my time.

I look, I listen, I read all that I can without allowing my mind to wander on the subject of love, of which I do not understand.

To me, love is fickle. It comes. It goes. It is just like the waves rushing in and out against the seashore.

But experiencing love as it warms me with arms of peace and compassion?

Am I really supposed to believe that this is more than a few butterflies that won't soon fly away to tickle another person's heart?

My stomach churns with indecision. I want no more to think of feelings that may lead to future decisions.

Could I lose out on this 'love' altogether? How can I know when I really do not know what love really is in the first place?

Besides, there is comfort in what I know. While confusion and chaos still hold the only definition of love I have tasted.

Where is this love that should be tangible enough to recognize in its many forms of grandeur of which so many proclaim exists?

I believe in faith and hope more than I can truly every grasp love in its qualities supposedly entwining one man to one woman.

Love for country. Love for children. Love for others. But love looking at me? Love looking through me and understanding my needs while still wanting to give me such love day after day? What a perplexity that has no true relevance in my life.

I would just as easily become mist as I could fathom love reaching into my heart and wanting to stay there more than a moment of time.

I find comfort in the simplicity that surrounds my life without the supposed love that finds no connection through comprehension.

In fact, I am not quite sure I want to love as I once thought.

Is it my age? Is it from my past mistakes?

I don't know and I really am not sure how much time I want to devote to love - this unknown something that has shown me only despair, sorrow and lies.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder and the everpresent experience of joy and happiness is what love may indeed be comprised of, then the ocean breeze sweetly calls to me with love that has always been unconditional.

For now, I share my love with the surf, the sunset, the seagulls and the sand found wet and soft between my toes.

I am safe. I am complete. I am at peace.

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7 comments on The Soft, Sands of Love

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By rosenvegas on April 06, 2011 at 02:28 pm

Absolutely love your poem. Tried to give you 5 stars but the mouse was stuck at four and I couldn't change it. I have often asked myself what you eloquently stated...Do I want to keep looking for love when it has only shown me heartache, pain..and as you put it...despair? What I thought was love felt amazing, but I soon learned had a price almost too unbearable for me to survive. Makes one very cautious about trying it out again. As for me, I'll enjoy my snowboarding, kickboxing, the gym, and dancing content by myself if it'll save me from ever experiening that kind of heartache again. I need to remain safe.

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By BusinessLife on April 06, 2011 at 02:39 pm

Rosenvegas, thank you so very much for your kinds words. Love is such a complex emotion. I find myself enjoying the simple pleasures in life so very much that making a committment that seems so unsurmountable keeps me quite grounded. I enjoy working out, Criminal Minds on TV and the sites and sounds of nature. All of these offer the 'love' that I find I can trust most of all for now. I happen to agree with you. :)

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By BusinessLife on April 07, 2011 at 10:39 am

Cher, thank you for your cherished, uplifting words. They are taken in with great appreciation.

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By taking off the mask on April 07, 2011 at 06:04 pm

This has got to be my favorite piece I have ever read on Broowaha. I love it and am just amazed by it. seriously Great work!

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By 'Mean' Mike Duffau on April 07, 2011 at 08:41 pm

i find that no matter what age a person may be 'love' always has an can make you feel young with a zest for life, or the opposite.

i really dig this line: For now, I share my love with the surf, the sunset, the seagulls and the sand found wet and soft between my toes.

thats my love too....good one champ!

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By BusinessLife on April 12, 2011 at 03:00 pm

Wow! The emails aren't working at present. So, I come to visit broo to read other work and find such amazing comments on some of my own pieces.

Both of you 'Taking Off The Mask,' and 'Mean' Mike are great writers. How super cool to receive such positive feedback from others who rock my mind through the written word as well. :) Thanks so much. I really appreciate it more than you know.

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By taking off the mask on April 12, 2011 at 03:59 pm

:D that goes both ways. thank you

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