Love?
What is this thing called love,
Which we so much desire?
Why is it like a candle,
That can blow out and lose its fire?
Why is this thing called love,
Something that we all need?
Why is it a feeling,
A craving we must feed?
What is this thing called love,
That we all wish to find?
Only to one day lose it,
And become sightless and blind.
Why is this thing called love,
Something that's worth giving?
A feeling that we must receive,
So we can go on living.
What is this thing called love,
That we must have and feel?
Why does it come to us?
And how do we know if it's real?
Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007
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