Were Love So Easy Everyone Could Love So
Were love so easy everyone could love so
But if love were easy it would be worth much less
So the hard thing to do is to love, and love show
So hard, that rarely our earthly soul is loved bless.
Just part of a soul, an inert soul that doth not move
To the symphony of color, the spirit of loving beauty
A virtue it is to move to love's most beautiful groove
And play the crimson flute, in the soul of symphony
Where this virtuous flute be, but in true love's hand
Far from me am encircled in an orb of sullen woe
Lost in a mundane web, aloof from love's mystic land
An alien world, my vice will never let me know
The rare thing we call love, a feeling so vast but brief
Love, the thing to heal our never ending grief….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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