I know you believe I have no right
To tell you that I still love you.
However, even if I kept it to myself,
I would still feel it, so what good would that do?
I feel like you are always changing
And, I know I don’t feel the same
When all is said and done
Love is such a trying game
There has never been one like it
Designed so no one will win
There has never been an end
So how do we know where to begin?
We fumble and we fall
We fail to seek our eternity
However, it has a place and time
Like some lecherous fraternity

'Love you to the moon and back'
A diamond shining in the sky
This is merely a fantasy
A small-perpetuated lie
Where we find love
It should be simple, true, and kind
Is this where that phrase comes from
When they say that ‘love is blind?’
We give too much of ourselves to people
When all we seek is deep inside
We need to look for love within us first
The only place it can never hide
We face our trials and growth is not easy
Through the pain of where we need to go
Because if we don’t love ourselves
Then looking for love is just a show

As I let, you linger in my mind
You, the one in love, I lost
I am counting all my misery
Instead of the truth of what it cost
I lost myself to the one thing
I fought so hard to seek
Instead of making me strong
All it did was make me weak
I forgot the golden rule of thumb
We don’t find love, we attract
They say you draw love to you
Some believe this is a fact
But when I leave this mortal coil
And I journey to wherever we go next
I will have a few questions ~ not least of all
Can you put love into some small context?

Open to our inner desires
We want to find true affection.
Hoping such emotion is real.
With our heads in the clouds
We don't anticipate,
The imperfection
Or the human situation.
Before the errors
We frequently make.
We experience,
All the turmoil and drama.
We continue to chastise.
Even despise,
We tolerate and normalise,
An entire world of suffering.
In contrast to the vision, we see.
Do we truly know?
The path love will go.
How to have sincerity
We're not sure where to start.
Absorbed in the vision of
The idealism of the heart.
I've concluded.
Life isn’t what –
We imagine it to be.
The concept of love
Is stronger than –
The reality.

Cradle,
idling sun
upon horizon's we've met
tomorrow won't see us
if we flee from the set

Reach not into
the evening space
where, night then dawn
at a dew drop's pace

Golden tranquility,
stay suspended all night
If tomorrow doesn't catch us
there won't be a fight

Daydreamer's Star,
warmth of innocence thrives
If tomorrow can't find us
there'll be no loss of lives