Something About Love
Does it make a man lose his mind,
well yes it does, it can, perhaps,
it actually should.
Quite possibly when love arrives,
shows itself, envelops the mind,
the actor comes alive,
begins to work the stage in a manner,
only shows the true passion of life.
When i do have the chance, the grace,
her eyes in front of my own, our glance,
there’s not a part of life that matters,
just her and I
running through the woods,
a lightness, a mountain creek,
fresh water sails beyond our world,
to tell us that there is this fluid nature
it does run forever,
instead, a love like this does continue,
we remember the first time forever.
I do hold on to her kiss,
it is a journey I take, I want, I give,
where when lips touch,
my world becomes her,
and everything else around me,
does indeed matter less,
for it is breathing in her soul,
love is eternal.
Then how does that man survive,
when his heart is held in the hand,
her sweet delicate hand,
her soul his whole design,
it is there,
in the privacy of love,
where he does know
her peace does his hand hold,
her soul, his soul,
we can imagine there is a mystique …
something about love.