Why do they keep doing it?
Asking me to describe
love.
It's really impossible
for me to do.
What do I know about love?
I haven't seen
that much or it around.
Oh, I look, listen, read and dream-
but I see so many different things.
How can I say in words
what it really means?
Love had many different meanings,
none of which I can explain to others.
People want an easy way out,
people want a beautiful description
of what they are striving most to find.
But words won't help.
It has to be illustrated
and shared
before anyone can understand.
But if you insist
I'll try again.
Love is-
Well, lets see.
I think- No!
Maybe... nah, that's not it.
Uh-
Love is...
A FOUR~LETTER WORD!!
YOU ARE READING
When Tomorrow Comes
AcakThis is a vary spiritual poem book made by Shirley White~ I do not own any of theses poems nor the amazing~ness of it. I'm just here to past it along~ so every one can see the true things about the 1969's.
