Before I knew what love was, I thought it was easy like when you love, you expect to be loved back. When you give, you expect to receive something back.
When you’re hurt love can easily comfort you. I thought love was my medicine when I was hurting deeply. I thought love was my ally when the world pounded me and bombarded me with painful wounds.
I was wrong, love was my test.
Love was my enemy, love was the measurement of how I really want to spend my life with somebody. Love was never my redemption, love was there even to the point of my execution. Love stood under my umbrella. Love held me when I was drowning in my insanity.
Love stood beside me when the heavy eyes of the world judged me. Love built a roof when problems rained on me. Love taught me to dance in the rain. And when I was able to stand up and be strong again, love fulfilled his duty and then left me.
#Thankyou
@ bittersweet diary 
I love this. I have a post that I think you would enjoy in the same fashion. Love is the test, and when you have succeeded at the challenge, it will leave you. But then….Love finds you again. I think you will like this excerpt I wrote a few years back 🙂
https://jmcspaddenwrites.com/2017/08/10/weapons-of-self-destruction/
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Thank you so much for stop by and feedback , I’m glad you loved 😊
Yeah love find me again through my adopted baby’s , she’s the one make me smiles in my dull life #Aima’s❤
And . . . Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem, I loved it 😘
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Baby’s are a gift, aren’t they? So much precious love wrapped in the tiniest bundle. And you’re welcome, us writers need to stick together 😉
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Yes Baby’s are a gift , I’m blessed to have her ,seeing her grow up are the most happiness in my life 😄😍😍
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I really enjoyed this all through to the end😊
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I love reading it Ana, for me there’s no more important thing in this word aside to love and to share love. Just like you I am also expecting to receive something back coz Im human and I wanted to feel love that I am loved. 🙂
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Truly beautiful written. I didn’t know what love was till I became a mum. Thank you for sharing ❤ x
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The last line makes me sad.
I’m going to have to wonder about it a bit more. Duty and love is kind of like Tevye and his wife in Fiddler on the Roof (Do you love me?), but love that is a duty which leaves when done??? This is sad.
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If love fulfilled his duty and then left you it wasn’t true love. True love would have stayed and would still be there. Don’t give up hope! It might be just around the corner. 🙂
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“Love built a roof when problems rained on me. Love taught me to dance in the rain. And when I was able to stand up and be strong again, love fulfilled his duty and then left me.” I especially loved these two lines. Extremely beautiful and well captured. Great post!
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I was once told that love saves or rewards.
I didn’t believe him. Yet a silence fell over me when I discovered he was right all along. The thing is, when love saves, it is a test like you say. Its hard.
But, heal and bandage your wounds… because when love comes back to reward us, it comes back differently. Like a warm blanket sheltering us from the cold.
Beautiful writing! And it is my sincere hope that love comes again, this time, to reward!
Havoc
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what a lovely post on love.. and the last stanza made it more powerful !
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How very beautifully composed!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and Liking my post. Am pretty new to blogging. Do drop your feedback and thoughts .
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This is beautiful!
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. Duty and passion is sort of like Tevye and his married woman in Fiddler on the Roof (Do you passion me?
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. Duty and lovemaking is kind of like Tevye and his wife in Fiddler on the Roof (Do you lovemaking me?
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But then it made the heart strong and bold too.
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Equal love diminishes into the thin air
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Beautifully Written! Loved it.
Hey, This is the link to my blog, a beautiful journey of two young souls.
https://rb147forever.wordpress.com
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