By always brezey 44
Date: 15 June 1999
What is Love
What is love?
Is it A scent of herbal essence, the scent of passion and lust, or is it a complicated game in which two winners lose trust.
Is it an obstacle of hurdles, silent whispers in a crowd, or is it a corny ass joke to which nobody laughs.
Is love a feeling within your soul, or does it come with an ejaculation, Is love a form or frustration, just a lack of communication.
Is love like a pen does it run out of ink, is love like unused water as it drains down the sink.
Like an ice-cold kiss with ice cube lips or big breast upon my chest, is love just a word nothing more, nothing less.
Is love a vandal, a criminal put away for misconduct, is it appealing to my scenes to hear, to see, to touch. Because it is in the bible, is love biblical, or is it a bunch of acts that turn out to be unexcitable.
Can you feel my hearts cry, loneness commits crimes, little change doesn’t make cents, too many years have been spent. Is love maybe a gesture, cause without it I’m in denial, My endless mind erects long like the waterfronts of canals.
Do you see what I see, no matter how you feel, is love not a reality, is love not real. I don’t have a clue on how love makes me blue, on how life makes me sway, on why frustrations end the day. What becomes known after a thought, sunrises, a new day, you then realize that old days are old ways. Is love soft and unique, does it sweep you off your feet. When it’s cold outside, does love provide your heart with heat?
Does love present a problem, is it labeled as a king, or is it out of season like hailstorms in the spring?
Does love turn tricks, is the word love said for kicks. Is love the medicine that is given when you are sick.
Is love a song to which the lyrics explain actions, an excuse to express thoughts, for one night of satisfaction.
Is love a Jones, is it felt down in your bones. Does it play like piano keys, in many harmonies, in many tones?
What exactly is love, I can’t seem to find the clues, so I guess I will play the funk, and experience the blues.
Hands clap, toes tap, while the mind is memory prone, to ponder on the past relationships, all the rights, all the wrongs. Is love a noise that is made in haste, in a world were it is so difficult to find the right food to taste. Does love quench your thirst, does love quench your heart, does love make you happy, when you end does love start. Is love long distance is love on the internet, Is love the reason for the lies, all the cheating, all the regrets.
If you replace all of the phrases of “Is love and Does love” to make the statement “Love is”, you will find that love is deeper than any ocean, river or sea. You will find that love is the conqueror of all and you will find that love lives within everyone. Most of all, you will find the answer of the initial question.
Always Brezey 44
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