Love, when true
Is probably the best gift
One can receive

How can you see
If you choose to be blind
You will never find
What it means to be free

Love, when true
Is in a moment
A glimpse
But it lasts forever

We are often lead to think
That love shown may be fake
Unreal, brutal, make believe
Often times, we are wrong

The question isn't, "Is love untrue?"
But rather,
"Why do I wait to see when love is true,
Real, unfaltering;
When it is me who chooses to be untrue."