I say

Some say life is a winding river
That leads to a sea of serenity
I say life is a constant endeavor
To find happiness and security.

Some say love is but a hunger
That leaves an aching need
I say love is a sharp dagger
That leves your soul to bleed.

Some say love  is a tender flower
That in other a seed would plant
I say love is but a rose bush
That thorns only pain would grant.

My heart is afraid of braking
Weary of loves painful lance
In my dreams, it’s afraid of waking
Thus it will never get the chance.

It’s those that are afraid of giving
That will never learn to smile
It’s a heart afraid of loosing
That will walk many a lonely mile.

When the night is dark and lonely
And the day has been too long
When you feel you are the only
And wish the pain were not so strong.

When you feel you at your last
And that nothing maters anymore
Just remember, yesterday has past
Tomorrow will be different for sure.

And yes, we hold the seeds to plant
Awaiting a heart, tender and giving
The road is rocky, this I will grant
Not to try takes away all meaning.

Now I say love is for the living
And not for those afraid of pain
I say life is meant for giving
Even though it may turn out in vain.

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© Vic 2009

Love is...

Love is a four-letter word to some
May mean nothing to a lord
Yet mean everything to a bum

Love is what makes some wonder
If we were born into torment
Or just live a life of blunder

Love is what makes the strong meek
May even blind some to reality
Or give strength to those weak

Love is a gift sent from above
Yet you will not find it when looking
Or in the wings of a dove

Love is to some the food they need
The water that quenches the thirst
The light that through the darkness will lead

Love is when pure, a life giving seed
Given to a child strong he grows
And faces life with all he would need

But…

Love is that which destroys
Those that do not receive in return
It's warmth, strength and joys

Love is a curse to those that give
All they have and sometimes more
But not long realize it was wrong to believe

Love is to some a means to destroy
Any hope, any meaning in life
Leaving others with no joy​

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So what is love I ask you my friends
Is it good, is it bad
Is it divine, is it sad
Is it something we believe or a common trend?
Do we love for love sake and even rules bend?
To have something foretold in many a book
Hoping for a reason to live, we even look
Into a box of wires that shines bright
To find at times there is no light

So I believe…

Love is everything the world has to offer
Be it bad or good, joyful or sad
Without it there is no life, no hereafter

So for those that come to know love’s joy
Cherish every moment, live every minute
When true love is felt, lust is no longer a toy
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  ©  Vicus 07/2002