Love is not a place

It’s a space

It’s the door you leave open

It’s the things that you do

Without leaving a trace

 

Love, it’s a peculiar thing

You can’t touch it

It leaves no scent

But when you feel it

It feels heaven sent

 

It’s like the air that you breath

You won’t see it

But you’ll know 

When it’s not there

 

Love, fundamental

Sometimes ordained

Often accidental

Love, a peculiar thing

With all the joy

And the pain

That it brings 

 

Love

It’s a funny old thing

It makes my heart break

It makes my heart sing

 

Love is a game for fools

Love leads some

To break all the rules

Love, you are cruel

You are kind

 

You hold the power

To turn me blind

Love, you break my heart

You make my heart soar

Love, please leave me be

My poor old heart

Just can’t take anymore. 

C.K.23.