About Love

About Love

Love is a wonderful feeling it gets you intoxicated
You day dream in June and wish it were spring weather again
The smell of flowers arouses your keen and funny senses
Even the sweet songs of birds suddenly becomes your aria
You become oblivious of a hurried past as you stay and wonder
That life is truly beautiful when shared with your love one.

Love is a many splendored thing, so the Lettermen sings
You suddenly don’t know its meaning or it means everything
It defies your reason or it becomes the reason for being
Life suddenly becomes a contradiction, a paradox of sorts
Where love can be so simple yet we can hardly fathom its meaning
No one understands truly, except that the love birds are singing

Love can be like a river, it flows endlessly without selfishness
It can get you wet in return or drown you when you’re not careful
It will flood your ultra huge ego and bruise your calloused heart
It will force you into submission and bring you to your knees
It will get you down and dragged you to uncharted territories
And make you sing unfamiliar tunes and chorused lullabies

Love is so much real you could almost touch it
But it is precious and fragile you could easily break it
And it takes a greater love to bring back the same old feeling again.
It is very patient and kind; it gets abused by uncaring individuals.
It will rock your world and send you spinning out of control.
But love will keep us together as the world goes round and round.

Dennis P Maitim
July 4, 2008