Jan 2015
There's this thing in life
This thing that we call love
It transcends gender, age, ethnicity,
All of the above.
Love is a beautiful thing
Not too unlike a rose
As roses have thorns, and thorns can sting
As love often does.
Love is a painful thing
A blade across your wrists.
Words never spoken,
Agonizing bliss.
Love is a curiosity
An enigma, misunderstood.
Three small words, yet also large
Do you really think they could?
They can, and have, and will again
And so will you, sweet dove.
You'll mend your broken wing
And soar on skies of love.
For love, despite it's quandaries
In all it's highs and lows,
Is something meant for all of us
To receive, and to show.
And if you think
No one loves me,
I say think again!
For in these words
Inevitably
You've found yourself a friend.
This thing that we call love
It transcends gender, age, ethnicity,
All of the above.
Love is a beautiful thing
Not too unlike a rose
As roses have thorns, and thorns can sting
As love often does.
Love is a painful thing
A blade across your wrists.
Words never spoken,
Agonizing bliss.
Love is a curiosity
An enigma, misunderstood.
Three small words, yet also large
Do you really think they could?
They can, and have, and will again
And so will you, sweet dove.
You'll mend your broken wing
And soar on skies of love.
For love, despite it's quandaries
In all it's highs and lows,
Is something meant for all of us
To receive, and to show.
And if you think
No one loves me,
I say think again!
For in these words
Inevitably
You've found yourself a friend.
Love is more than what we see, what we do, what we touch. Love is who we care about, in any way, shape, or form. Love is something everyone understands, the language that transcends tongue.
Many people, many, kind, and caring people experience hurt and loss, but never forget, you aren't alone.
You're never alone.
There's always someone out there waiting to love you.
Willing to love you.
To the outcasts, to the freaks, to the people who write as I do, as an escape, as a form of therapy, because they don't know what else to do, and to everyone few and far between;
**You are loved.**
©Sam Ciel
Many people, many, kind, and caring people experience hurt and loss, but never forget, you aren't alone.
You're never alone.
There's always someone out there waiting to love you.
Willing to love you.
To the outcasts, to the freaks, to the people who write as I do, as an escape, as a form of therapy, because they don't know what else to do, and to everyone few and far between;
**You are loved.**
©Sam Ciel
