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What Is Love What is love but the ultimate duet The meeting of minds joining of hearts the slow stirring of souls What is hope but the love we refuse to give up on A wonderful dream that does not dissipate even when we wake What is life but a living stage upon which we play, learn and grow are born,live young, grow old And although we are born to die the ultimate marker we have of our time is the love we leave lingering behind |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-06-03 14:44:05
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Joe, scrumptious-
I certainly like the “living stage upon which we play”! In the two stanzas with four lines, the –(staged if you will)- rhymes accent the theme. “Stage” and “Play”, and “of” and “love”. After already becoming a part of the truism as written, those rhymes seem to color the theme of love, as if spring has just arrived. Well Done.
Of the entire piece, of living and dying, and love being the determining factor to the success of that journey, it is also well done.
A very insightful and enjoyable piece!