Love is...

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    Love is...

    Love is a funny thing
    A fickle thing on a broken wing
    Let me fly for a little while
    Let me fall right through the clouds
    Love put me in your hands
    and there was no better man
    But love is a strange backwards hurt
    Something you want but don’t deserve

    Love has come and gone
    Side by side with you and our song
    Love had quenched and left me dry
    Has let me thrive and let me die

    So when love knocks on my heart
    I know my world will be torn apart
    I will be
    Brought to my knees
    Begging someone to tell me please
    Why it hurts so much inside
    And to love’s rule why do we abide?
    When it’s all gone
    Felt so right it’s so wrong
    And left me alone to carry on…

    Love is a red heart so blue
    It doesn’t know how to carry you
    It knows no left and no right
    It hides within plain sight
    And when you least expect a call
    Love causes you to fall
    oh so hard for the one you adore
    then it breaks you because it’s never sure

    Love has come away
    Led me into another faded day
    Jaded cloud of blue and gray
    Take me somewhere far away

    So when love knocks me down
    I know to stay on the ground
    Stay buried within
    this hollow chagrin
    And wonder why its pleasure is such a sin
    To my yearning hands reaching out
    To a rose colored world of doubt
    Sing into my soul
    Color me so bold
    To wither away from red passion so old…

    So when love has taken your hand
    Whispered the words of a broken man
    Told you of the world and its lies
    Sung of the truth hidden in love’s eyes
    Remember my dear…
    I said it oh but so very clear…
    Love is a funny little clever thing…
    A broken soul on…a lover’s wing…

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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