Lesbian Poetry

Love

Love is like a dream.
Sometimes you can't tell if it's real...or not.
How do you distinguish love from lust, wanting from needing.
Sure sometimes you get wrapped up in the showing of affection and say things like " I LOVE YOU".
But how are you to know when she really means it? How can you tell when her feelings are sincere?

But what if love was just that, a dream, with fictitious emotions and experiences?

Well, if love was a dream although I wish it never began I would instantly want the dream to end...because I'd rather be touched by the persecutions of reality than to eternally live in a dream.

--------------- LOVE...