Sometimes life loves to spite
And sends those we love
Far away and out of sight
Making them hard to think of
We measure distance by inch
We measure time by the minute
But friendship it won't infringe
Because love isn't easy to forget
It isn't something we measure
Love is what we always keep
A feeling we forever treasure
In our souls, ingrained deep
Distance may cause heart ache
But our bond it shall never break

Is love a desire or a crush?

Can it be bottled?  Can it be rushed?

Why do we love?

Do we control?
Is it our soul?

Is love measured by:
Greater than?
Equal to?
Or Less?

Can it grow and prosper?
Left a lone, will it fester?

I have a confession to make
I am in Love and it's so great
It's equal to none
'n it's not the same

My love claims
she doesn't feel the same
'n one day she confessed
In a low tone voice .. she whispered

"I feel the same as you do
Not one sided, but it's mutual"

I couldn't believe what I heard
Was it my imagination?
Or hallucination
I was happy I could fly
Another day
I had a sigh

Was she serious?
Or just curious?

Should I wait to see?
If her love was true for me?

Maybe one day she will care
For our love and she would dare

I would measure my Love for her
By the times as I would purr

She asked:
What if I love you the same?
Will I be bored?  Will you blame?

I said then:
Our love will be great
It will grow,
Lets start the flame