When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
