A love poem on classic love stories

Most adore Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy,

The charismatic character Austen weaves,

To capture the heaving hearts

Of whimsical women,

Who, like Elizabeth Bennet,

Doubt, detest, and devote.

Many, like Anne Elliot, love so keenly,

But let it go; easily persuaded by the powers

of those who boast prudence,

Only to find it blooming back evermore,

Beckoning two individuals to

Re-invent, reconcile, and re-unite.

Some are spoiled to the seams,

In their own ‘Emma’-like ways,

Well-meaning with vain vanities,

Fixated on fixing all but the one who,

Like Mr. Knightley, loves with all flaws,

Whims, woes, and wonder.

Then there are lovers doomed; destined

To suffer like Heathcliff and Catherine,

Their passion, obsession, and anguish,

Revengefully tearing down all reputation,

Leaving a timeless tale of fierce love—

Undying, Untamed, and Unhinged.

Can we agree with Shakespeare’s words,

That love is not love if it alters with time.

For the frame of mind can be transformed

By instances of feelings that arose

Due to, and within Anna (Karenina), of

Deception, disrespect, and depression.

Then there are lovers whose unconventional love

Is shunned, desires denied—they walk away,

From a chance to rekindle it, as Newland does

When meeting Ellen,

after a thousand Heartbreaking years apart;

an end of life so-

Profound, poignant, and penetrating.

Indeed, love knows no boundaries,

Especially when it causes people to fall

For those already taken; some may Forgive

Maggie Tulliver, others never will.

Only literature embraces the intricacies of

Longing, loneliness, and loss.

And then there are rare ones who can,

Rebel with propriety, like Jane Eyre,

Whose commitment remains unwavering,

Her self-worth and resilience intact,

Never faltering, never astray, a paragon of

Valour, virtue, and veracity.

But Dear Readers,

surely you love not only people,

But dreams and passions that stir the heart, Releasing butterflies within,

like art for Amy, Music for Beth,

and Writing for Jo, my ultimate hero.

Love is the pursuit of someone or a feeling,

regardless Of how with whom,

when, or where; Unfazed by

condition, consequence, or critique.

Also Read: All you all say is, “Love is All”. All you all do is, make it fall.