A gift that be cherished,
By ye heart.
Love my dearest,
Is a true art.
Love is a gift.
A gift given from above.
Whether it be God, the sky.
No one truly knows.
It teaches us how to express,
To feel.
All the emotions that we hold,
Inside our walls of steel.
Love is a beat away,
Like the beat of a drum.
It moves your heart,
To a plethora of soul.
Love is a gift,
That is trusted by many.
Young and Old,
It keeps us alive to seek.
Though your heart may break,
It may be crushed by envy,
Always remember Love.
It is most true,
To it's meaning.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
A gift that be cherished,
By ye heart.
Love my dearest,
Is a true art.
Love is a gift.
A gift given from above.
Whether it be God, the sky.
No one truly knows.
It teaches us how to express,
To feel.
All the emotions that we hold,
Inside our walls of steel.
Love is a beat away,
Like the beat of a drum.
It moves your heart,
To a plethora of soul.
Love is a gift,
That is trusted by many.
Young and Old,
It keeps us alive to seek.
Though your heart may break,
It may be crushed by envy,
Always remember Love.
It is most true,
To it's meaning.
