the love

Written by: john bernard

I wonder and wonder
On the things I do ponder
Like the wonder of love
Does it come from above
You can touch your love sweetly
But would they do the same
Or excuse themselves neatly
And give you the blame
When I love I give everything
In the hopes of return
True love is not suffering
Or a feel of the burn
My love is a garden
And I wish it to grow
May I please beg your pardon
And allow me to show
That the love I am offering
Does come with no ends
Oh yes there's some other things
And I do lovel my friends