What of Love

Some would have you believe it’s a curse

 the song writers and poets lament in verse

my love; my love - love hurts

But the love I speak is quite plain

this loves symphony has the power to move

to fill an emotion and make you a fool

Be still young heart

love completes you

It’s not found in a face of artistic creation

you’re not blind to the flaws and lines

everything makes that face divine

into loves soul is an open view

you know it so well

Be still young heart

love is satisfied with you

Is it a feeling that brushes your skin

a look that embraces your heart

Is it the hand that cups your face

that longing touch that heals so much

the voice that calms

these things are difficult to define

And what of love when nerves attack

alien emotions in an Eden’s space

when reality bites a piece from the scene

to expose the fragile side of your dream

What if fear steps in to sever the soul

not all love does is clear in its truth

perhaps its the fear we deal our self that hurts

but love

love never hurts

but lo

Some would have you believe it’s a curse

the poets and song writers lament in verse

They wail my love; my love - love hurts

But the love I speak is quite plain

it’s the lack of it  that causes the pain

You ask what of love  

young heart you will know what love is  

when you know what love isn’t

be still

love will find you

it's an absolute

it’s a calming

it just is

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