Love is abused day after day
We all throw it around
I love you
How does that sound?
'Oh dear, I've known you but a week
But I feel I've known you for years
I love you
Wilt thou wipe my tears?'
Have we forsaken it?
What have we made it?
Where is the substance?
Why did we trade it?
Love does not make one blind
On the contrary, it opens one's eyes
Indeed, it shows one where they lack
And is never made up of pathetic lies
Lies such as the 'love' part of it
Surely, one cannot fall in love without Him?
We will prosper with others alone
If you think about it, Love isn't that dim
Love can only mean something meaningful
And I will say again, never temporary
How can one say it will last forever
When you won't spend your life in eternity?
1 comment:
Very good. Another good message.
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