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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