My body grows weak as my mind does tire searching for the phrases that will never expire,
Explaining love and what it means for those who live within its dreams.
A lifetime spent in wasteful youth, never able to tell lies from truth,
Was not a way of finding that peace. How can I now find the release?
The words escape my grasp sometimes, failing me and emptying my lines,
But never will I cease my quest, until I’m finally laid to rest.
I’ll write them here, as they come to me. I’ll leave it to you, to see if you agree.
Love sees faults but pushes them aside
Never belittling and never them to deride.
Love never shows contempt for the things you may do.
It stays there forever, simply loving you.
Love is to accept that which cannot be changed.
Caring about each aspect without being constrained.
Loves never asks for a thing beyond your reach.
Knowing that you’d give, before being beseeched.
Love offers peace but can cause a war.
It can soothe a wound but can open a sore.
Love is an emotion that encompasses so very much,
Yet can be expressed by a simple, solitary touch.
Love can be a tie. It can be a release.
It can mean so much beyond belief.
To summarise, as I think I must. You either believe in love, or you have no trust.
Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon.com
Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon.co.uk