Guest Arnold_OldSchool Report post Posted February 25, 2006 What substance is this thing called love, that moves and brightly cheers, Which without invite enters in this my lowly heart? And steers The course of life anew, a fresh unknowing path; brings every day A pure and fresh awakening, the hoped future bright and gay? Can any know from whence love comes or why and how control The filled with wonder raging soul that is within? And in turmoil Doth love grasp the spirit and doubts the mind leaps. Shall love endure And abideth forever, in friendship birthed, its foundations ever sure? Would love be love if it could be measured, its substance known, Its course predicted and presence ever assured? And shown In all transparency its depth and breath and life, its appearance Expected, its style the same, or seen as everyday its presence? Nay, love hath no bounds, will not be bound, revealeth not from whence It comes, nor how long its welcome be; love wills not. And sense I try to understand its every uttered sigh, nor know its depths, Passion, trust, fears and hopes, nor measure its varied steps. But love doth require one thing to ensure its presence, grow In grace and strength, to brighten life and heart. And show Its joy and happiness, lest it wither, weaken, grow stale and cold, A memory tinged with sadness among the memories told. Love must be fed, nurtured as the living spirit which it is, With kindness, care, keeping no lists of wrongs done it. And is Greater still to give it care, time and patience. Peace, goodness, Charity, devotion, friendship and faith, these things doth it bless. This man's pen speaks the mysteries of love, ponders its source, Its plan and purpose, its hopes and dreams. And fears its course, I admit this not, what path it take within me. But I know In control is the Author of Love, the divine purpose to show. I sent my prayers to skies above, in hopes this love within me birthed May grow and ever remain within and nurtured grow. And cursed I my fears with confident faith in love's eternal Parent, for in my Openness of heart, the answers to my questions poured from the sky. Love is open, self-sacrificing, not selfish, revealing itself in every way It never hides in fear of loss, nor holds tight in hopes of gain. And say I also love is not boastful or proud, but forgiving and serving. Love is And love remains when hearts are freely open, his to mine, mine to his. Openness, truth and honesty is love's best and greatest nourishment, Revealed to me through the precious gift love has bestowed. And sent Was he, kind and caring, loving me, oh, I know not why. Learning, Through openness and honesty, I return his love, my heart ever singing. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sideburnious 0 Report post Posted February 25, 2006 Would it be so much that when people posted song lyrics, they attached a little midi file with them, so we know the tune to what we are reading? I'm not "hip" with this younger generation Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Arnold_OldSchool Report post Posted February 25, 2006 Its a poem. A poem of lust. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sideburnious 0 Report post Posted February 25, 2006 Still, some strums on a lute wouldn't have gone astray Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Arnold_OldSchool Report post Posted February 25, 2006 Humming AC/DC's "Big Balls" to it works very well I discovered Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
