Question

Poem

Answer 1

I am not easy to love.
At least, that's what I thought.
My father taught me that love is tough.
He always told me that it’s within love that battles are fought.
My mother taught me that love is sacrifice.
Late nights sewing my dress all night.
I wore it the next day, swaying with pride.
I never noticed all the nights she locked herself away and cried.
My grandfather taught me that love is comedy,
His laughter rang through every hall.
He taught me that love is the moments in life where you’re not afraid to live,
Without that, I would have nothing at all.
My grandmother taught me that love is word of mouth,
To speak is to teach,
And to teach is to pass on a legacy,
For without word, there would be no ecstasy.
My aunt taught me that love is a moment,
Not a definitive clause.
Love is the feeling when you scream your heart out,
Letting loose all of your flaws.
While these are all instances of love,
Love is insurmountable, the rise after the fall,
Yes, love is in the dictionary,
But is that really love at all?
The age-old question, I finally figured it out.
No, love is not a word, but a feeling.
Love is the person you would die without,
For them, you would gladly lie on the floor bleeding.
She taught me that.
She taught me that love is late nights,
Telling each other our deepest darkest secrets,
All the while accepting every flawed bit of the other,
Knowing the other would keep it.
She taught me that love is silence,
That sometimes loving someone means being uncomfortable,
But still looking each other in the eyes every day,
For that kind of love is incomparable.
She taught me that love is showing up,
Trying your best, even when you’re struggling.
Because you never know what someone is going through,
But being there is sometimes the best thing to do.
Finally, she taught me that love is in the small things.
Love is thinking of someone out of the blue,
Not because their name comes up,
But because they mean something to you.
Love is not a word with a definition,
It is the reason I’m here today.
Each person who has lived alongside me has taught me a new way to love,
And there is just one thing I want you to take away.
There is no right way to love,
No matter how hard you try,
Everyone has a different way of showing it,
And I would be a hypocrite to say otherwise.
I am in no way a perfect person,
No one truly is,
But I will love with all the heart I have,
Because that is what love gives.
I want to thank everyone who has ever loved me,
Because I know it can be hard,
I am not easy to love,
But they never seem to disregard.
Every person who has ever truly loved me,
We’ve gone through a difficult time,
Yet you love me just the same,
Because giving up does not rhyme.
I never used to think I was worthy of such a word.
The thought used to shove,
How can someone accept me,
When there is nothing to love?
After all these years, I’ve finally got it.
Love is not a bargain,
Those with real love haven’t bought it.
It comes from within,
A special place in your soul,
It’s not easy to find,
But once obtained, it remains whole.
Love is other people,
The ones with you through the highs and lows,
I know God is watching me from above,
Because he has given me so many people who have proved that I am easy to love.

Answer 2

Yessuhhh thats good

Answer 3

Its a good poem, and you did great

Answer 4

its beautiful :p