THIS THING CALLED LOVE.
Who can tell us what it is
this thing called love,
who can tell us where to go
to find it?
Who can break the bonds
that wrap the heart,
who can cut the ropes that bind it?
How come all our feelings
are so hard to see,
when they stare us in the face
each day,
do these precious moments
that we cherish now
ever really fade away?
How can love be constant
in this changing world,
made up of the tears
we wipe away?
Who gave love permission
to entrap the soul,
lock it up and throw the key away.
I have got a book to write
of poems to read,
we all have a million things to do,
but if we take a deeper breath
you may believe
love is always there to comfort you.
Love is like a tree
that stands so strong and tall,
like a fragile flower in the dew,
but if you are brave enough
to sing its tune
love will never once abandon you.
FGD Dec. 2006.