There once was a tale of something called love.
But those were all made of fairytales.
Where messengers came in the form of doves.
And there's not a lot of mentions of cocktails.
We hear of love and wish we had it.
When really we already contained it.
But the love we have might not feel like enough.
And sometimes we don't feel that tough.
We wish of the love where we find our mate.
But sometimes we fail and we have to do a retake.
Our calendar filled up with many dates.
Someone help me find love for goodness sake.
Honestly I can't say this enough.
All emotions to control are tough.
With all your thoughts and dreams.
You can't get around all the dressings and seams.
Love is one of these emotions.
You have to keep all those thoughts a bay.
So you have to be cautious with all your motions.
So that life won't slip away.
But love is very valuable.
We all need some sweet sugar love.
But love is much more than that.
You need to know more than the dove.
Love takes a lot of effort that sometimes make you think.
What if it's not worth the work?
There's another part too with some feeling blue.
Love is not just your heart but your thought too.
There's something called love.
That all humans dream of.
But it's more than a messenger dove.
It takes a lot of thought and effort, love.
It takes your all.
Babe, you have to let it fall
You ain't gonna love.
Till you learn how to look at it all.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrycolorful and bittersweet poetry {lowecase intended... sometimes} {found picture on the internet, on Tumblr, please don't sue} ©bookbabere, all rights reserved.
