The Cycle of Love
When love is found
There is no way
around.
You cannot escape or
hide,
but instead, abide.
Its full of mysteries,
Like finding the
right key
for the treasure.
It has its bumps,
and its little jumps
but that doesn’t stop
love
from the clouds,
above.
Once you agree,
You will fly and flee.
It will take you to
the skies
and you will soar up
high.
Life will bloom
and you will smell
the love of fumes.
However, a new day
can change
into something so
strange,
that your love will
no longer be found
like a room with no
sound.
Then you will find
new love
and become a white
dove,
escaping from old
pain
and entering into
free rein.
This is called the
cycle of love
which you will be
part of.
For the project, I have wandered around UBC with my friend, Jenny Sun, and asked if they had the time to read my poem. I would also take a picture of each person that read my poem for evidence. I also posted the poem on bulletin boards, street lamps and my blog. In total, I believe I have reached approximately 140 people.
