A Thing Called Love
This thing that they call love can not be measured
it comes to us all whether we want it or not.
Sneaking up it hits us in the eyeballs and
turns our lives around giving us both strength
and at the same it makes our knees bend in weakness.
This thing called love has the power to move obstacles
to ease our way. It makes people see life afresh.
It is a feeling that brings wellbeing into daily life.
We are now responsible for another person and our path
together can be sometimes rocky we learn to take
the rough with the smooth trying always to better ourselves.
It makes the world go around as it pushes us ever on
A feeling that tingles our spine as the loved one draws near.
When we love it opens new doors and gives a sense of sharing
and we become more tolerant of the foibles of others faults.
This thing called love gives us so much joy if we let it in.
Remember how it welled up when your first child was born.
Filling our hearts to breaking point as we gaze down and also
filling us with strength and determination to be our best.
To make a good life for our offspring after all it is through
them that eventually we will live on.
Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Never should it be measured,
to measure it is to belittle it and make it small. Accept this gift
with open heart for this is truly what life is about. It is said,
that love conquers all and this I believe, many are life's battles
and loneliness and solitude weaken the human spirit.
Welcome always with open arms this thing called love
let your eyes and heart open, enjoy the small things
nature has to offer. They will enrich your life and enhance
your very soul. Take pride in your achievements, forget
your disaster's, they only matter if you let them and then fester
souring all that should be good and pulling you down.
Yes open wide both heart, eyes and arms and even though
you can not quantify and pin it down just rejoice that we have
this thing called love. Ah Yes it is "la mort" and also "l' amore."
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