LOVE Poem: Approximating Resplendence, by Chase Walker

I’ve heard about love in a poem,
I’ve heard about love in a song.
I wish I knew how to love,
Because I’ve been doing it all wrong.

What is love?
Where does it go when it’s gone?
Have I missed love?
Was it there all along?

I know anger dissipates like steam in the air,
If managed properly, it won’t leave your knuckles bare.
A broken heart heals if given time,
But it seems that rule doesn’t work for mine.
Sadness, too, they say, will fade,
Along with helplessness and being afraid.
A cut bleeds, but stops with pressure,
And won’t get infected if taking the right measure.

Is love meant to disappear?
Is it meant never to return?
Does it lie somewhere dormant?
Is it waiting to be earned?

I’ve read that there are many types of love,
But only one of them is true,
When you find true love,
It will come without a clue.
Before you find true love,
There are trials to get through,

And if you really want to find true love,
Here’s what I wish I knew:

First, you must get past heartbreak,
Trust that you’ll make it through.
Endure the love that’s fake,
And the tears that will ensue.
Learn from every mistake,
Or the mistakes will accrue.
If you learn to be patient and wait,
One day, true love will find you.

I had only read about love in a poem,
Only heard about love in a song.
Now I know how to love,
Because I’ve learned from doing it all wrong.