Those Love games People Play
How many times have you someone say,
That love is just a game?
In days long past, people really fell in love,
But today, its just not the same.
Some people say, love has run away.
Many hearts have been broken by those games people play
People play with love, but with people,
Love does not play
If one plays with love, can one be certain
To love again someday?
Love Notes
I approach my love, for a long embrace.
High above the clouds, our spirits race.
I say to my dear, “I love you so.”
And then she would say, “You are a musician
Playing a song. With me as your instrument,
No note you’ll play wrong. Your music,
Divine, what more could one say,
But that I love the melody you play on me.
Your embrace is to set free, the love notes
Trapped inside me.”
All night long, our love plays on, rhythmically
Like a song. And she says. “Play on! Play on!”
Love is so Hard
Sometimes, I feel love is so hard.
Because instead of falling together. It
Sometimes falls apart.
When love is misguided, and out of
Control, and hopelessly stained
Like tarnished gold.
When It’s time to slow down,
Wake up, look around. Look around
For true love, if it can be found.
Love the is pure, and full of emotion,
And not uncertain, like a leaf on an ocean.
Forever floating from UN-end to UN-end.
Forever unknowing, the end from the begin.
If you ever find true love, hold on
To it tight. Don’t let it fly like a
Frightened dove.
Because before you know, its out of
Sight. The stronger the grip, the
Easier the fight.
Friends, protect thy love light.
The fragrance of Love
The fragrance of love, natures nose
Sniffs it out.
Life’s honey-bee drinks of it’s nectar.
As from a ever-flowing water spout.
The fragrance of love, Oh! One smells
It everyday.
It wines us, and dines us, with its
Nostalgic bouquet.
The fragrance of love, descends from
Above.
A choosy nose would choose another.
But every time I’ll choose love.
The fragrance of love, impetuous,
Elusive to the clutch, so easy to
Feel, too hard to touch. Sometimes
One hates to love, sometimes we love
It so much
The fragrance of love, a sweet smell
Forever true.
The sweetest smell from Heaven’s
Garden, thy fruit of the woo.
