Love is a song, sang by your soul
Through your heart
Once you start
To feel like a part
Of someone that makes you whole.
Love is a flame, that seldom dies
But is only obscured
By pain uncured
And can be matured
With a good long heart rending cry.
True love is rare, like a pink pearl
It never stops shining
It keeps on burning
Lying dormant in every boy and girl.
Pain steals your love, hiding it quick
Away in the mist
But it exists
And may persist
Because real true love never quits!
Timothy I. Brumley