This Is Love
Love.
Rises above
Colour, religion and creed.
It is unconditional.
It is pain.
Brings some rain.
And we all will bleed.
You cannot trap it.
Do not clap it.
It plays no encore.
It smiles in moonbeams.
Shines in the stars.
Lives in sweet dreams
Or seedy downtown bars.
It moves like the ocean
You will sink beneath its wave.
Your heart a music box,
That fate always locks
And only sweet eyes can save.
Its brightest smile
Left everywhere.
In coolest style.
It scents the evening air.
It is immeasurable
Pleasureable.
It scars
And heals.
It wounds and steals.
But to have loved
Is more than a reason to live.
It may leave
You will grieve.
Yet may return
In lonely night
Like flickering candlelight.
It is patient.
It never dies.
Comes for an instant
With orange sunrise.
When you have lost.
Count the cost.
A heart that's torn.
And a reason to be born.
It is everything.
And all else is nothing.
All is forgotten
But love.
It soothes it cuts.
The music is eternal.
The heartbreak is infernal.
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poem by Kevin East
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