Love Is
Love is,
It has no time,
No place.
When there is love,
One knows;
It can be felt in the air
Like a cool breeze
From calm seas.
Love can penetrate
The heart
Like a sword;
it can be painful,
And tear one apart
Piece by piece
Until one is only half
Of what he was.
And yet,
One hangs on to the feeling,
Scared to go on
But unwilling to let go.
Love is an emotion
When in its truest sense
Is stronger than steel
It will not die
Even after life.
Love is beautiful,
A feeling
Which cannot be matched
Or copied.
Love is.
Lauren Isaacson 1979
Searching
My life…
Sometimes like a lovesong;
Contented with the little things,
But forever striving for the love
I feel I missed somewhere along the way.
It's all so confusing, this.
Life… so real, so complex.
It's everchanging, and sometimes
I lose my way and stumble…
Always able to get up once more.
Maybe one day I'll not get up…
Just wait until someone picks up the pieces.
But my wait will last 'til eternity,
For no one travels my path.
Alone? … no.
Merely unique… one of a kind.
Finding a true friend is a search
Not easily fulfilled…
But then love is not a song easily sung.
Love is serene and peaceful.
Love can make you go bananas!
Christmas…love with a special kind of warmth.
Love is a joy ride!
Love… the natural high.
Lauren Isaacson
April 17, 1979
As I reflected on the words I had written, I perceived I had turned my back on my greatest ally, myself. I needed to depend on myself for strength and happiness, for a burden is essentially one's own to bear. No amount of sharing and communication will take the place of one's personal acceptance of a problem; a candle cannot illuminate the darkness for one whose eyes remain closed.
I reviewed, also, my diary entries of the months passed.
Feb. 9, 1979… Friday the ninth… what a fantastic day! I felt terrific. I talked to (him)…he came up to me at my locker! I was the one to say "I've gotta go now." Wheee!