Is it love?
I ask myself
over and over again
Can it really be love?
The one simple thing
that everyone wants...
can i truly have that?
Or am I in the middle of a game
that life has set out for me
to test me
through these heartless trials
to warn me of the dangers
of this wonderful feeling called love
But in a moment
can it really all be gone?
Can i have lost this feeling called love?
The warmth of your smile
and the taste of your lips...
can it really be gone?
Is life that cruel to do this to us,
to take away this lovely feeling,
Then i begin to think,
was it really that glorious?
Or was I making it
what I wanted it to be...
romantic...
whistful...
and strong?
I begin to think how much i miss you...
I bleed and cry for you...
The sound of your voice
is longing to my ears
The taste of your kiss
is needed on my lips...
I love you...
need you...
miss you...
Its all so clear now.
It was Love,
It is Love.
Then in the darkness,
you emerge from the fog.
Tears on your cheeks...
And you tell me,
It was not meant to be.
2006-10-07
13:21:56
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