“What is It?”

What is it about love we seem to need?
That at times we are willing to plead.
Just to have it within our touch.
This thing we seem to need so much.
Then why is it so hard to find?
Are we really all that blind?
Or does love hide from us all.
Just so it can watch us wither and crawl.
Does it just sit back and watches as we beg?
Until we seem to be on our last leg.
Then all of a sudden it will show.
And upon us it will bestow.
At times it will decide to stay.
And other times it will again run away.
Just to keep us on our toes.
Just for a moment to expose.
What it is like.
Just to feel what it is to have love to strike.
Just to tease.
To see us beg for it on our knees.
Is this the way love is?
One minute it is burning like a hot flame then out with a fizz.
Why if it does us this way?
And never wants to stay.
Do we always do?
The things we do just to hear I Love You?
If in the long run it will not be.
There for us to always see.
Then tell me why do we chase?
After something that will leave without a trace?


K.L.M
10/1/2007

Thank you Txs-this hits pretty close to home but I needed it-again thank you

I don't know the answers...I don't think I ever did...awesome piece Gurly

sparkletheworld thank you for reading


CCP none of us know but we still keep on chasing it even if we only get a glimpse of it for a moment

Another beautiful one,have to keep believing

so true love the poem sherlock great work

pkh I cant help to keep on believing it is in my nature maybe some day it will happen again


shutter thank you