what is love, if not, just a 4 letter word,
so then. what is it supposed to be.
and what is it, that makes us willingly,
want to do things, you may never forsee.
May it be, full of TLC, so soft and gentle,
full of love, in it's every form.
Or that, that makes a man jealous,
in a fit of rage,the beginning, of a raging storm.
It's strength fuelled with passion, desire
shapes into something astronomical.
Yet on the other side of the road,
fueled wth deception, deciet,sembolical.
It is, of that, that we need give all,
down to our last breath, so to refrain.
Leaning further away from, and closer,
we get to that love, we all want to attain.
To forgive no matter what, impossible!
so it seems, without being led by LOVE.
So it's opposite, dissatisfied with life; so
we try to cover, hide it, now in a glove.
yet with all of it's heartache and pain,
we continue walking along life's pathway.
and yet another day comes, and u see,
str8ahead, now 1 must go, wit no sway.
This is it, I stand now at the end,
open up, let, my life shine.
Now each day, as I walk in love,
I'm finding myself, living another way.
It's got to be love, is all I can say.
And now wrapping it up, coming closer,
closer to and awaiting it's end.
So the question from me 2 u now,
is to achieve this very love, just what?
what are you willing to spend.







© David Lowell Eads Jr.