Title - "love"
There are infinite amount of poems about love with beautiful analogies, lovely metaphors and similes, and loads of figurative language because there is not just one definite definition of love since love is above and beyond just that one. I like how you didn't capitalized the "l" in love which gives it a simplistic aesthetic, yet that word speaks for itself - it doesn't need any capitalization in order to impact/influence others. It's small and subtle, knowingly there without having to scream its lungs out to be noticed. People notice it through the little actions and indefinite words. This type of "love" you may be describing doesn't need much further explanation - it's understandable and simply hits home, striking one's heart with its directness and rawness. Similar to a height phrase of "'Though she be but little she is fierce," the word "love" is simply four letters, yet in itself it is so deeply meaningful that it can stand alone because it is just that powerful/influential/impactful.
Interpretations/Commentaries:
Line One (Love) - Perhaps the capitalization of this love is to emphasis the power and ranking/status of it. It stands tall with importance and a sense of identity one wishes to carry.
Line Two (to love is just a delay before pain) - The imagery of this may hurt. It clicks with your mind and tingles your senses that is utterly relatable and touches you to the core. It's like you're falling in your dream and all of a sudden you jerk awake and the pang in your chest is there but you still feel like you're falling yet you're on your bed on solid ground.
Line Three (in time you lose them or they get away) - Ah, yes. Through time, the love either becomes lost or they slip from your grasp. As time goes on, sometimes the love that you have may gradually and eventually fade. In other scenarios, as time goes on, the subtleness slyly will sneak and before you can reach out to tightly grasp onto that love they get away from you. Both ways hurt; it makes you vulnerable and heartbroken which sucks but it's true.
Line Four (and yet we take this risk with fear in are hearts and fear in are soul) - Fear and risk go hand and hand but for love we must love with the risk of fear. There is forever and always fear within the hearts and souls of one another because of the hurt and rejection. Yet how can we love without risk? I think that's impossible. Hurt comes along with love at times because one knows they're risking to love with the fear of loss or whatever they may fear that comes along with love. Yet we risk it for love because we believe. It must be enough. Even if it isn't, love is better than hate.
Line Five (always prepared to pay the toll) - Heartbreak will inevitably show up in one way or another and one must be ready to risk the chance of being heartbroken by love. You give your all to this love, yet someday it'll hurt you more and that love may come along with karma. I think it's inevitable to risk that fear for love because heartbreak and hurt will somehow weave its way into that love some way or another.
Recommended Revisions:
In line four, instead of "are," I think it's spelt "our."
Review:
Incredibly lovely job of portraying love and its downside. Beautifully written. I think you did well in conveying your message, yet the little fixable mistake of misspelling could give you a lesson of re-reading your written work carefully/meticulously before publishing it. Other than that, I think this poem provides another aspect of the open-ended question of "What is love?"
Points: 3211
Reviews: 34
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