How Is Your Love Life

worried, wearied and out of breath i must admit i have no words left for i have had every kind of love some too painful to account as a poet does for even i told the story the story of love a story of love and the story of love... and they were all true they all ended tragically just as they did for you we have this use to measure them with words the beauty, the longing, the sacrifices that occurred we measured how deep and most sadly how long how long was short and then move on we who survive our misfortunes some what, a little scared wear it on sad faces and feelings we have barred we know that love has left us a little bit crazy even at it's worst things were hazy was it worth, picking up a gun a danger to yourself and everyone was it worth it, not sharing the son evil misdoings and threats to run we gave love an inch and love took it's mile all our great expectations were dreamt with smiles but in the end the truth revealed itself love was just an illusion or love expires burned up after so many fires we gave our heart we gave our mind's and we gave our souls in exchange for worries, jealousy, disappointments and threats and in the same ending what we thought was love just left not only abandonment but theft that's our emotion of being bereft what is love that we are mindful of it by which we are powerless not to covet an addiction for women and men not nessesarily the cause of sin but for some reason it seems a nessessity we unconciously act apon even the worried, the wearied and bereft