Picture of love poem

Couples in Krakow lock padlocks to a bridge as a
symbol of unbreakable love 

Have a read of my poem which goes a little further with this idea of 'pictures of love'... eventually this will be able to be heard as an audio piece. 

‘Pictures of love’

Where and how do you see love?

Is it in the eye of the one you love?

Is it there as you chant for the team you love?

Is it seen in the beating of a heart?

Can you pick it up and throw it around?

Can you watch it from a distance?

Can you take a microscope and see inside it?

There are songs that are sung, words that are written

About this word, this metaphor, this slippery thing

That can’t be held down or hung on a hook

 So I’m scouring, looking under rocks and stones

Ripping up roots trying to discover just what it is

And what it does

And what it means.

For there are moments in life when love actually smacks us around the face

For love finds a way

So I picture this love in so many ways

It’s démodé in people that are great actors

But It’s not in the acting of love actually

But in the reality of a kind word said or deed that’s done

Or is it in the words of ‘I do’

Or a man that bled and died on a tree

A picture of love that’s held in a photo of something tangible, of something real

That’s not hidden or fake or fleeting like cake

There are pictures of love in many places

With many people

So take your eyes off the floor and look around

And see the pictures of love that are scattered around.
So maybe the pictures of love are obvious, you see.