I love the way you framed love as something with “side effects.” It gradually transforms those symptoms — sleeplessness, madness, wandering — into something creative and sacred.
I also felt the repetition works beautifully as a pulse throughout the piece, especially the return to “Everyone feels love’s silent claim.” It feels almost like a chant — universal and intimate at the same time.
Yes, Mark, that was exactly my intention...to show how the side effects of love slowly and gently begin to reveal themselves. You understood it perfectly. Thank you for truly understanding it and for honoring it as something sacred.
There’s something beautifully honest in the way you describe love—not as pure romance, but as a fever, a delirium, a soft madness that reshapes the body and the mind. I smiled at the “side effects,” but I also felt the truth behind them. Love does undo us before it remakes us.
I especially loved the refrain — that sense that we all feel love’s silent claim, yet we still don’t understand the game. Maybe that mystery is what keeps us writing about it, again and again.
Thank you for capturing both the ache and the awakening.
Phoeby, you smile here...because this one deserves a smile. I wrote it with both perspectives in mind...every reader who reads carefully will feel every contrast, and only those who truly understand the meaning of love will grasp it. Thanks for your feedback.
A really evocative piece Dawnithic.
I love the way you framed love as something with “side effects.” It gradually transforms those symptoms — sleeplessness, madness, wandering — into something creative and sacred.
I also felt the repetition works beautifully as a pulse throughout the piece, especially the return to “Everyone feels love’s silent claim.” It feels almost like a chant — universal and intimate at the same time.
Great writing.
Yes, Mark, that was exactly my intention...to show how the side effects of love slowly and gently begin to reveal themselves. You understood it perfectly. Thank you for truly understanding it and for honoring it as something sacred.
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Love is an affliction indeed! I adored this line:
“You had never penned a single lore,
Now you may write poetry even more”
Thanks, Veronica, for your deep understanding and lovely feedback. Thank you.
great post
So nice of you.
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❤🤍❤.
I love this one
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This is beautiful.
I guess that's why they call it falling... ache and bliss.
Thanks for your feedback.
My pleasure… it's beautiful read.
So nice of you.❤
The river of flames bit made me smile... and wince at once, like love is both dumb and holy in the same breath.
Thanks.
Beautifully written
Thanks, Hina.
There’s something beautifully honest in the way you describe love—not as pure romance, but as a fever, a delirium, a soft madness that reshapes the body and the mind. I smiled at the “side effects,” but I also felt the truth behind them. Love does undo us before it remakes us.
I especially loved the refrain — that sense that we all feel love’s silent claim, yet we still don’t understand the game. Maybe that mystery is what keeps us writing about it, again and again.
Thank you for capturing both the ache and the awakening.
Phoeby, you smile here...because this one deserves a smile. I wrote it with both perspectives in mind...every reader who reads carefully will feel every contrast, and only those who truly understand the meaning of love will grasp it. Thanks for your feedback.
Thank you, Josh, for your feedback.
Thanks for loving this piece.❤🤍❤