Petes Poetry
God and Love
Love, what is it?, Do I have it?
And do I know if and when I've had it?
Its power and magnitude so great.
I guess to know love, you must know hate.
I think I live or exist somewhere in-between.
I guess love is perfection, so it's just a dream.
My faults gather, to radiate my emptiness.
For once the one to fill my voids, now nothing is best.
So I ask myself to be compassionate and kind.
For being lost and tormented, is just a state of mind.
So love do me proud, make my life one.
Let there be understanding and forgiveness for what I've done.
So the mistake wasn't in the learning, but a fault in what taught.
For I was doing no wrong, yeh that's what I thought.
So today I must remember my lesson.
Fact or fiction, truth or just guessing.
The love that turned to the loss of my sanity and me.
It's learning to love right, and learning is free.
By Peter Riddoch.
And do I know if and when I've had it?
Its power and magnitude so great.
I guess to know love, you must know hate.
I think I live or exist somewhere in-between.
I guess love is perfection, so it's just a dream.
My faults gather, to radiate my emptiness.
For once the one to fill my voids, now nothing is best.
So I ask myself to be compassionate and kind.
For being lost and tormented, is just a state of mind.
So love do me proud, make my life one.
Let there be understanding and forgiveness for what I've done.
So the mistake wasn't in the learning, but a fault in what taught.
For I was doing no wrong, yeh that's what I thought.
So today I must remember my lesson.
Fact or fiction, truth or just guessing.
The love that turned to the loss of my sanity and me.
It's learning to love right, and learning is free.
By Peter Riddoch.
