Love
Is this the love I sought for?
Is this the love I chose?
Is this the love I thought I’d reach
when I would write my prose
It’s not exactly what I thought
It isn’t always fun.
It has the added strength of work
and struggle under sun
It doesn’t have as much of lust
or sparks of merriment
It sometimes has the twinge of pain
whoever we are sent
But this is not a poem of hate
or of unrequited love
Or love that did not last the night
because of the road was rough
It’s a poem that understands that when
you have a love so dear
there comes with it lots of fun
and laughter every year
But the greatest loves have more than that
They are often filled with more
More of everything we find
that life has in store
So do not run from the love you have
when life comes to the door
open up and let it in
It’ll be far better than before.
Is this the love I chose?
Is this the love I thought I’d reach
when I would write my prose
It’s not exactly what I thought
It isn’t always fun.
It has the added strength of work
and struggle under sun
It doesn’t have as much of lust
or sparks of merriment
It sometimes has the twinge of pain
whoever we are sent
But this is not a poem of hate
or of unrequited love
Or love that did not last the night
because of the road was rough
It’s a poem that understands that when
you have a love so dear
there comes with it lots of fun
and laughter every year
But the greatest loves have more than that
They are often filled with more
More of everything we find
that life has in store
So do not run from the love you have
when life comes to the door
open up and let it in
It’ll be far better than before.
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