Many a poet has written of love:
Many a poet has written of love,
Divine intervention given from above.
Some blame it on pheromones, others on chance.
But everyone loves a good romance.
There is talk of cupid and his magical bow,
Then heartbreak and sorrow and tales of great woe,
Some love being in love, others have tales of hate,
But when true hits us we can all relate...
Or can we? What is true love? And how do we know it has hit us?
How is love different to true love?
Isn't all love unconditionally true?
Maybe I could have a go at loving you?
Synonymous with love is red roses galore,
But it doesn't stop here, there inevitably is more
There is wining and dining and great displays of affection
All in the hope we'll make some connection.
We follow like sheep the gifts we should buy,
Whether we need them or not...a commercial lie.
A ring on your finger, their name tattooed on your arm,
You'll be together for ever so it's really no harm.
Or should we? Is that true love? How do we know when we're really in love?
How is really in love different to true love?
Isn't all love unconditionally real?
Maybe I could have a go at loving you?
We've forgotten the passion that comes from within,
That first kiss, that first touch, oh wondrous sin.
There's nothing quite like the bonding of two,
Maybe I could...bond with you?
So we still haven't got there, defined this emotion,
That runs through our veins like a poisonous potion.
Arrh but you'll do anything for love and that's what they say,
Been there and done that and that's had its day.
I'm not bitter and twisted by no means I'm not,
But the essence of love I have truly forgot.
Now the roses are gone and the cards are all faded,
This notion of love is looking somewhat jaded.
So does true love exist? Is it a tangible feast?
Or simply a fairy-tale like beauty and the beast?
A chemical reaction or a meeting of the mind
So often we're told that true love is blind.
Or is it? Or are we simply blind to the ones who truly love us?
The ones that will be there, unconditionally with their care.
Are we searching for perfection? No that really is tough.
If we put that pressure upon ourselves no one will ever be enough...
Enough to fill our heart and souls in everything we do,
Because you see true love exists and my darling; I have found it...with you x
