True love
Not the kind of love
that eventually becomes hate.
But the kind of love
that you hate to see die
Sometimes we see this kind of love
once in a lifetime,
sometimes never
However, if we are lucky enough to witness it,
We are too blind to see it
Until IT just disappears
So how do we hold onto
A thing we can not see
How do we measure
A thing that we were meant to feel
Why do we label
Something so diverse
So vast
That it means different things
To different people
That has a different hold
On each of us
Love is feeling that's made to be shared
Love is how we show that we care
Yes it makes us a little insane
The lines get blurred
Love becomes hate
But that’s just a name
To a feeling that's close to love
But we did not name it love
For a name is an important part
Of anything, and each of us
So don't put a tag
On what it is not
Once something is gone
It never comes back the same
Hold on what you have
We were all made to be insane
So love What you love
Love Who you love
Be Who you Love.
For That is true love