Love is Work

[StanleyZ]

Solemnly so, one finds oneself to be,
in a state of being for a longtime in loneliness,
 a Solitariness born of emptiness
In search of a longing so deep, love!

Love, it lays hidden in illusionary spaces
confined in vehemence in wait to be brought out,
what better way to put it?
Love is Work!

Truly all love is work,
for all work moves forces
in collisions of agreements or disagreements
but out of it all, understanding.

Understanding! A great delight,
peace and awareness dwell in it
and in its awareness, pathways
to fulfillment of ones desires.

Certainly, all Work is Love
for one can work towards ones joys,
thus, when we work we make love,
for the fruit of it is Joy.

Truly, all love is work,
surely one must meditate on love, which is work,
and through patience,
surely something will happen!

I like the title, and the theme. The are the same thing. This poem has a nice sentiment, but it's like the speaker wants me to take his/her word for it. There should be examples of love being work. Show me the speaker at his/her most vehement, which is a good word, but I think it is a bit much in the second line. To me vehement is the tone of voice of a new reporter on the topic of a headline. To me the connotation is out spoken, may be It's just me, but I wouldn't put vehement next to a word like confined, nope, that just doesn't feel right in my book. I think my favorite part of this poem is the line "When we work we make love." Not only are the repetitions of the theme strong in this phrase, but the new image of actually making love comes to mind. Suddenly there is a reason for all of that work to get done. Or maybe I am just being a lecher again... All in all I think this poem is the explanation of another (non-existent) poem that could say all that you do, through imagery, and implicitness. You know- less is more... Say it without saying it. If love is work, who is working? The speaker reserves no sympathy from me as a worker, or a lover for that matter. Not very creditable. Tell me about the first time you fell in love. What did you have to do to make it work. Is it comical? Describing the most simple and small memory can make people internalize big things, like the theme of this poem. To be a poet is to take the small and make it big. Take this idea of love being work, and turn it into a scenario where that idea will suddenly pop into the readers head, without it being the title. We poets are like ninjas if you think about it o.o