What Is Love

What is love?
 Some wayward dream gone astray,
    slipped away in harsh sterile, kinder words at play?
 If I said I love you, 
    what would you think,
    is it for real, deep and blemished, written down in ink;
    expressions dipped in some unspoken feelings
    unexpressed in awkward ways of healings,
    when neither one of us gets out of the other's way
    holding to the cares and woes of living well each day.
What is love
    all but this obsessive drive
    to share our secrets, live our lives,
    walk along the promenade out of dark shadowed skies;
    see God's love and blessings with no question of how, when or why,
    where beneath the sun rays glowing and warm,
    magnificent creations bears gifts after a spring burst storm.
If I said I love you
   would that be enough
   to keep our bond thru the good times and the rough?
   What more would it need except for truth and honesty
   every action, word or deed revealed in simple modesty;
   a prayer, a plea, a pledge to be,
   me for you and you for me.
What is love?
   The sense, the shared and common bond
   guiding us forever forward and beyond.




4/8/18

lovetrustrhyme

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