Love Is

Love Is Love is a feeling which reveals the heart, It's the selfish heart which refuses this revealing. To cling to the fear of reaching out Is loneliness in the truest sense. Love is a force which breaks asunder The walls surrounding a thirsting soul, Reaching within to fill the void And to dry the tears that one has cried. Love is a light which shines into the darkest dungeon, Bringing peace and hope to the prisoners locked within. Yet the prisoner bound by the rusted chains Would rather he should perish than to know his freedom. Love is a song which floats on gentle breezes, And gladdens the heart of the one who would receive it. Yet woe shall fall upon the very being Of the one who would dare to smite the hand Of Love. Thomas Cusick