Love Comes Creeping

Where is the line
Between liking and loving,
When do you cross it
And how does it feel?
Do you see something change
When you love him
Not like him,
Does everything round you
Seem suddenly real?
Does the world cease its spinning?
Do clocks cease to chime?
Do the birds hold their chorus?
Is the feeling sublime?
Perhaps it is this way
For some young romantics,
Who suddenly realise
They must be a pair,
But for most of the rest of us,
Love is more gradual,
But after a while,
Without love, life is bare.


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3 Responses to Love Comes Creeping

  1. colonialist says:

    Good one!
    Of course, I can’t help adding that, with it, instead of life the lovers are. 🙂


  2. Bastet says:

    Nice..enjoyed the poem very much.


  3. beloved76 says:

    I thought this was a prompt

    Oh well if was fun to write.


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