Saturday, October 4, 2014


What is love?
To Give?
To Care?
To open your heart up?
To learn how to share?
To keep no secrets?
To play no games?
To open your soul?
Push all others away?
Then maybe I have never loved,
Never felt the hands of endless time,
Never heard the whisper of "Please wont you be mine".
But my heart has ached in sorrow,
My eyes have been red with tears,
I have longed to stop tomorrow,
And kissed away anothers fears.
I have been willing to give my life up, to take anothers place,
Have had the day feel brighter
At the memory of your face.
So maybe I have not felt your love,
Nor understood the tears you've cried.
Maybe my way is different,
Maybe love's just a lie.
My heart knows what it's feeling,
My soul knows that I'm true,
Ever since the day we met,
My minds been filled with you.
While I'm not good at talking,
Or giving up my soul,
I'd give my life if you asked it,
Because that's what love is for.

Original poem Written by me in 1999.
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