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Knowing Love

Poetry By: Jan Gabriel

A 19-year-old boy who I met as one of my case studies in our Guidance and Counseling subject came to me one afternoon and wanted to talk to me regarding his feelings after just recently breaking off his relationship with his boyfriend of over one-and-a-half years. This poem is based on what he shared with me during that session.

Submitted:Apr 26, 2012    Reads: 56    Comments: 18    Likes: 7   

What is this love? This romance

Of which you speak? I know not

Of its joys or marvels

I know nothing of its tenderness

Or the warmth of its embrace.

I know not its colors or its passions

Nor of its fire, so strange and far away.

I am blind to its light,

Deaf to its music,

Numb to its delight.

So how then, you may wonder,

Do I know of such things?

Again, I answer, I know nothing of it

-At least, not anymore

I think I once knew, but memories are fragile

And nostalgia is a fleeting and doubtful spirit

I sometimes remember, but they are all too vague

For too much has been lost, too little has been preserved

And often I wonder: do my recollections ring true,

Or are they but ruses of a bitter heart

Longing for what it never had?

To this I cannot assuredly say,

My only certainty is that I do not have it

And without it I know only grief

Empty joys, empty marvels, empty wonders

Ruthless hunger and cruel thirst

Cold anguish and the biting chill of nothing

Colors, all dull; passions, all barren

And the desperate sputter of forgotten embers.

I know not what love is, only that without it,

There is no light, no music, no delight.


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