We are going around and around about this thing called love,
keep trying to find new ways to define it.
I'm hopelessly in love,
while you still hope to catch a small bit.
We both keep talking about the feelings of forever;
how two souls can interconnect.
You believe it can be found in whomever
whatever random chick that you select.
"No, no," I say.
"That is not how love is found."
The two must be molded from the devine's clay,
shaped, rewet and spun around
until finally the product is approved in HIS eye.
Then HE places it in the fire.
to harden it and strengthen it, so it won't die.
the finished product meant to inspire.
We keep debating the strengths of love,
and its faults too.
You have a hard time believing in love,
believing in something you think is taboo.
While I try and get you to understand,
make you see,
that love is not bottled and canned.
You can't buy it like a health care enrollee.
Love comes from the joining of two,
two spirits that have at last found each other,
and are now ready for the new.
Both glad to finally join with one another.
See love makes your heart glad,
reaches deep down in your core
awakens feeling that you never had
rearranges your heart's decor.
Love has its own grand design,
you are not privy to the plan,
it doesn't always need you to cosign
nor be the point man
Two lovers don't fully understand love
they only know
it is everything that they ever dreamed of
and we can only watch it grow.
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2b2b2 says: Superb Reflection....thanks for sharing! |
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Going In CirclesWe are going around and around about this thing called love, keep trying to find new ways to define it. I'm hopelessly in love, while you still hope to catch a small bit. We both keep talking about the feelings of forever; how two souls can interconnect. You believe it can be found in whomever whatever random chick that you select. "No, no," I say. "That is not how love is found." The two must be molded from the devine's clay, shaped, rewet and spun around until finally the product is approved in HIS eye. Then HE places it in the fire. to harden it and strengthen it, so it won't die. the finished product meant to inspire. We keep debating the strengths of love, and its faults too. You have a hard time believing in love, believing in something you think is taboo. While I try and get you to understand, make you see, that love is not bottled and canned. You can't buy it like a health care enrollee. Love comes from ... |