Her Name Is Love
To all who hope, to all who dream,
in search for love, its our grand scheme.
It is a dedication, and even a chore,
we hold to her, like never before.
She keeps us on edge, and wanting more,
its like a plague, you have to adore.
The hole in my soul, the missing piece,
i need to fill, or no release.
She is elusive, and hard to hold,
to catch her now, would be pure gold.
The chase has been long, my endeavor,
i have her now, and it's forever.
So to all who hope, and to all who dream,
her name is love, its my grand scheme.
Copyright © john aaron green | Year Posted 2011
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