Land of a Lotta Love

Land Of A Lotta Love Once upon a rhyme ago in a land called Lack Of Love. Where misery abounded beneath storm clouds all above. Lived a man of constant sorrow and just right up the lane. There lived a lonely lady who's heart was filled with pain. One cold, and rainy, afternoon they both were filled with doubt. They started talking to each other and then the sun came out. When their talk was over the two of them would learn. As they turned from one another dark clouds would all return. They started meeting daily and there became a certain spark. The land called Lack Of Love no longer seemed so dark Flowers started growing by the bench where they both sat. And grass was turning greener around where they would chat. The clouds had all but gone away and nothing stayed the same. No longer was there any lack and the land had changed its name. Now birds sing in the trees all day and squirrels play on the ground. The moon shines brightly in the skies to pin the shadows down. There's talk among some folks in town about blessings from above. Since Mr Sorrow and Ms Lonesome had found some way to love. The whole world was excited. Lack Of Love had beat the blues! They all sent their love to them to celebrate the news. With faith that went unrealized like a single drop of rain. Lack Of Love is overflowing now with love it can't contain. Each time you give your love away even more love then comes back. So give some love away today if love is what you lack. Edwin C Hofert