Portrait of Real Love
By Donna M. Monnig
The prompt today was simple,
write a portrait poem about someone,
But language you see is cheap,
Words: a thousand. A picture: one.
So how can I describe or detail,
with but a few lines on a page,
All that I love about someone,
when I can’t even count the ways?
Love is so much more than
a mere picture, poem, or prose,
What we love about someone
goes deeper than anyone knows.
True love? Not necessarily,
its existence is questionable, sure,
Real love, on the other hand,
that was built to endure.
Taking the good with the bad,
accepting faults and vice,
Giving up a part of yourself,
that’s part of the sacrifice.
Real love is rarely selfish,
it doesn’t care about blame,
It’s about solving problems,
not putting each other to shame.
Real love is never perfect, as
a portrait, it’d be faded and torn,
But still recognizable, long after
true love washed away in the storm.
People are complicated, and love
is a paradox few understand,
It’s not about getting what you want,
it’s about giving what you can.
A portrait of someone I love,
would be looked upon with scorn,
For it’s not a crisp red rose, it’s
missing petals and full of thorns.
© 2017 Donna M. Monnig