God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Love
Love
I am no expert…I speak only from my heart.
I say to you that love is wild and wondrous it brings us pain and joy.
Living day by day…moment by moment…each of us girl or boy.
Sometimes we take love for granted thinking the other should know.
Love becomes dormant without a clue of how to grow.
Instead of flowering…transforming…it gets tangled within the weeds.
All because we don’t take the time to discover each others needs.
We thrive on love and happiness it helps us to do our parts.
Yet at a very young age we start building walls around our hearts.
For some it takes a climber to get within that destination.
Some people say it’s just a journey filled with subjective capitulation.
Without love we would be empty akin to a hollow shell.
Walking…breathing…living…within a quite hell.
Love should be loud and noisy a raucous celebration.
So sing…laugh…even cry if you must…but give love it’s validation.
I am no expert…I speak only from my heart.
I say to you that love is wild and wondrous it brings us pain and joy.
Living day by day…moment by moment…each of us girl or boy.
Sometimes we take love for granted thinking the other should know.
Love becomes dormant without a clue of how to grow.
Instead of flowering…transforming…it gets tangled within the weeds.
All because we don’t take the time to discover each others needs.
We thrive on love and happiness it helps us to do our parts.
Yet at a very young age we start building walls around our hearts.
For some it takes a climber to get within that destination.
Some people say it’s just a journey filled with subjective capitulation.
Without love we would be empty akin to a hollow shell.
Walking…breathing…living…within a quite hell.
Love should be loud and noisy a raucous celebration.
So sing…laugh…even cry if you must…but give love it’s validation.
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