Love Is
Love is a pain
that never stops hurting
throbbing, relentless,
it pierces you through
Love is an ocean
with golden red sunsets
ever more lovely
when it's shared by two
Love is excitement
as if you are flying
higher than any
did ever before
Love is a key
to unlock buried treasures
deep down inside us
that we keep in store
Love is a power
transcending all others
A wonderful stirring
of bitter and sweet
Love is the teardrop
that trickles so freely
when loved ones, departed,
in our minds we meet
Love is the answer
to all the world's troubles
ever unselfish
always forgiving
Love is the laughter
that comes from a child
a fragrance in spring time
that makes life worth living
Love is a hand
held out in friendship
so the lost and the lonely
will feel its embrace
Love is an eye
turned blindly to colors
across the wide spectrum
of our human race
Love is regardless
of one's own well being
when there is another
dancing with death
Love is the other
saved by your presence
alive because you chose
to take your last breath
Love is a mother
holding her baby
watching him grow up
with great joy to spare
Love is a son
who's missing his mother
with sighs and with wishes
that she was still there
Love is a haunting
vexation of spirit
when one hurts another
it brings them remorse
Love is the place
where mankind is heading
when evil has finally
finished its course
Love is a Father
sending His Son
to die for a world
that it may be saved
Love is a turning
from darkness to light
from sin to salvation
our death sentence waived
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2018
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