Lobe

Oh, how wonderful love is, what can be spoken that hasn’t already?
As the greatest one said,
Love alters not with brief hours and weeks,
And another said,
To love and be loved by me, her name is Annabel Lee.

Poetry as long as the sea, Songs sung as much as the wind.
Stories written down in Babel, all about love in their label.

For the love, we cry for, and for the love we share.
Is it wrong for one to search with care?
The love of a mother to a love of a friend and of course,
The love from a lover.

To feel the warmth of heart to heart,
To kiss her lips that feel like art,
To understand the bangs before her eyes,
To have someone who would never part.
Oh, how great it must be, to have someone to love.

For some, however, love is not easy.
To some. love is but a mystery.
To find love how much pain one has to go through?
One must not falter though, no.
For I know, you love someone to the depth and breadth and height
Your soul can reach.
Please do not forsake love, for love will never betray thee.

Even if you find it not, love will find thee,
Because even in pain, lovers are meant to be.

However, even if so maybe,
You could sail the seven seas, only to find
Love is a place you’ll never see.
Passing you through like the winter storm,
A painted love you could never form.

Even when you find there is no other reason to be,
Even if you wait a million years for it,
Love will always be further away for you to meet, for
Love is just something your not meant to be.

You will never understand love,
For it will never come home to you.
In your whole life of despair. one day you will realize,
Love is just a thing that others do.

Even of the worst, they may find love in the distant stars,
But some of us just live in the gutter.