Poetry From the Heart
The Condition of Love
There is a condition in life
Unlike any other
With a spirit unique to itself
Many search for it
Many desire it
But only the lucky ever attain it
A fragile thing, this condition is, though
For so easily it can be lost
You let it weaken, you let it fade
Before you know it, it is gone
When you find it
You marvel at
The genuine pleasure it brings
You let it show you
All that it can
And you are never, ever the same
Unlike any other
With a spirit unique to itself
Many search for it
Many desire it
But only the lucky ever attain it
A fragile thing, this condition is, though
For so easily it can be lost
You let it weaken, you let it fade
Before you know it, it is gone
When you find it
You marvel at
The genuine pleasure it brings
You let it show you
All that it can
And you are never, ever the same
