Ingenuous Love

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    The poem is inspired by Helios, a 14 years old "man" 's poem:

    English Sonnet I http://www.originalpoetry.com/english-sonnet-i#c

    Helios, thanks for open me up to Latin words.  I always believe latin words have profound meaning for people at that time are more sensitive to instinct calls, whether for love, nature and philosophy etc...afterall less materialistic.

    Ingenuous Love

    To experience love,
    before our minds gets too many rational stuff.


    To rejoice pure love for it is what nature does to us.
    We love not because we must,
    It is a moment our hearts revive to know what God does.

    To rejoice love,
    Ingenuous heart sets no laws of love.
    It is an instinct yell to touch.
    Love is not a pseudo money butt.

    Sing a poem with love.
    Follow thy heart to love.
    Rush not to love,
    Let thy be loved
    To know how to love.

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    ginga commented on Ingenuous Love

    08-27-2010

    Sylvia, A poem that emotes the many facets and angles of love. ty for these words of wisdom. ginga

    Scribble commented on Ingenuous Love

    07-31-2010

    This is a very interesting poem. It's true that our emotions have no boundries, no set patterns, or laws to follow. Fantastic write!

    DeepEclipse commented on Ingenuous Love

    04-21-2010

    [It is an instinct yell to touch] - This reminds me of how love doesn't whisper, what it does it does loudly. How I percieve it anyway. [There is no fear in love] - 1 John 4:18. This poem seems to echo this in a subliminal way. Inspirational piece.

    Artie commented on Ingenuous Love

    10-18-2009

    I really like this - The last stanza closes this perfectly - 10 from me

    Sylvia2046

    10/21/2009

    Thank YOU..

    dahlusion commented on Ingenuous Love

    08-08-2009

    "In the beginning there was love, and love blossomed…" Love is the gasping, trembling voice of this beautiful poem.

    Sylvia2046

    08/08/2009

    Thank you :p

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