Love Werks
I just want to love her, underneath it all
I will never take her for granted, she is too great
so much is at stake, my being most of all
Who I am, what kind of man, an honor bound in respect and love
is what I seek to give, with all that I live for
Who is she, but the light to my day, the evening to my star
all encompassing truth, reveling as my sight
my sight gets hazy with tears un-cried
backing up, running over of their own accord
Love is countless good things and never a sword
Falling slowly, wavering with hesitation, dancing a path
leading home, the way less traveled is not sought .
love, true love, cannot be bought, cannot be found in pill
but that which we love has the power to kill forever or just a time
Some let it go with tears; words; rhyme
It’s amazing how we pick ourselves up just to travel again
along the paths of love, those entrancing, soul enhancing avenues
Love, love, love… the only reason to be, are we, technically,
dead to the universe as a race, we lost our place
our spot in line as we jumped up top, thinking we owned this rock
Love is skewed, not where or what it is meant to be
Love of life, every living thing divine; not quarters, nickles, dimes
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Hitchhiker 