Love Is.

They say that love is kind
That love is pure and hard to find
Well its true 
I thought i found my lover

But now im not sure
He treats me like a women should
and yet there’s something that tells me to leave
is it my heart telling me not to trust

Or is it my heart
They say Love is happy
That Love is not self-seeking
but i don't know what to think

I think I love him
but it seems as if he's changed
is it wrong to feel the way i do
to still have my doubts

though the ring around my finger 
bounds me to him
I fear that what they say is just a bunch of lies
i see it in his eyes

he's hiding something from me
they say Love is trusting
well so far i have
and yet for so many nights i wonder

did i make the right chose
I do love him
for my heart stops when he’s not around
and yet the though of death

it seems so nice
confusion hurts
it really is like a shinning knife
that cuts so deep and yet i contunie to think of it

Im not really sure what love is
i just know that love should never hurt they it is
so to my lover i say again I love you
But in my head all I say is i should have known better
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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