LoVe
Love,
Often we speak of,
Often we feel,
A feeling that in fact is surreal,
It can be a tragedy,
A miracle for some,
It can be so colourful,
Yet it can be so calm,
This four letter word is magically true,
I know not if it’s magic,
I haven’t a clue!
It is a feeling we have,
On a bright sunshiny day,
When we look at beautiful flowers with love in play,
It’s like dancing in the rain,
It is not rare,
But for so many its not yet there,
Yet it is different; not all love is the same,
Everybody’s love cannot be compared!
Love,
Can be heartbreaking at times,
It is unpredictable and a thrill at the same time!
Glass it is one to compare,
Many cracks it can take but it shatters one day,
It is so delicate but so beautiful some say,
But it can be so painful, BEWARE!
There is always pain to be endured,
As love has not promised a garden of roses,
It comes with the moths,the bugs and the thorns,
But love is always needed by men,
Love will always be sought after them,
No amount of pain can set them free,
Love is like so many things just mashed into one,
The feelings are mixed up but that’s where’s the fun,
There’s laughter, sadness, jealousy and pride,
But love’s true moment is when there is a tide,
A tide of purity, security, and care,
Love has no meaning actually,
Until you find someone to share!
(i just hope u see this one day...mr.kar)
Love,
Often we speak of,
Often we feel,
A feeling that in fact is surreal,
It can be a tragedy,
A miracle for some,
It can be so colourful,
Yet it can be so calm,
This four letter word is magically true,
I know not if it’s magic,
I haven’t a clue!
It is a feeling we have,
On a bright sunshiny day,
When we look at beautiful flowers with love in play,
It’s like dancing in the rain,
It is not rare,
But for so many its not yet there,
Yet it is different; not all love is the same,
Everybody’s love cannot be compared!
Love,
Can be heartbreaking at times,
It is unpredictable and a thrill at the same time!
Glass it is one to compare,
Many cracks it can take but it shatters one day,
It is so delicate but so beautiful some say,
But it can be so painful, BEWARE!
There is always pain to be endured,
As love has not promised a garden of roses,
It comes with the moths,the bugs and the thorns,
But love is always needed by men,
Love will always be sought after them,
No amount of pain can set them free,
Love is like so many things just mashed into one,
The feelings are mixed up but that’s where’s the fun,
There’s laughter, sadness, jealousy and pride,
But love’s true moment is when there is a tide,
A tide of purity, security, and care,
Love has no meaning actually,
Until you find someone to share!
(i just hope u see this one day...mr.kar)
