Why hold out hope for love
The soul mate does not exist
I searched in the heavens above
But for me there is no bliss
I thought I found it once or twice
There is no love for me found
Again I thought I found it thrice
But true love does not abound
A broken heart so many times
Abandon all promises of hope
The songs in my heart out of rhyme
The vision has lost its scope
If you speak of love let it be true
Don't let it be an illusion
A seed of passion will bloom
But if it be false there is only confusion
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here"
Love means a thousand different things to a thousand different people. To one it can mean the taste of ice cream on a hot summer day. To another it can mean the smell of fresh cut grass in the spring or freshly cut cedar that fills the air with it's pungent fragrance. What does love mean to you? I know that is a very broad and all encompassing question to ask but have you ever really thought about your definition of love? Have you ever thought about where the answers to that one question may lead you?
To me the basis of love is having someone there to have and to hold in sickness and in health, through good times and bad, for richer or for poorer. Someone who will go completely out of their way and do something just to see you smile. The other half of the heart who will always look toward your betterment. One who loves to simply hear the sound of your laughter on a rainy day deep within your soul.
I ask myself, Why is it so difficult to love someone for a lifetime when that was the very foundation of the relationship? The only true answer I have found is that some people fall in love with the idea of being in love instead of being in love with the person they swore an oath to.
Is the world so starved for love that so many fall in love with an idea or an ideal?