love as an emotion
It can't be forced
It can't be wed
It can't be divorced
It can't be denied
Once the feeling is there
It can't be imprisoned
It can't be scared
It might be straight
It might be gay
It's always right
It finds its own way
It should be cherished
Where it's found
Its not religion
It is profound
It's a natural thing
It's in our blood
It can't be bad
It's always good
It's serious
But makes you smile
It warms your heart
And makes you try
It wakes you up
When you'd rather sleep
It's not worth money
But it's never cheap
It opens your mind
To your fellow man
It's never enough
But you give what you can
It's a magical trip
To a place in your head
That embraces the living
And gives respect to the dead
It adds colour
To the grey and the black
To the virtues we`re born with
And the ones that we lack
It brings hope to the soul
Who's left all alone
By the forces of nature
And no fault of his own
It makes you feel anger
It makes you feel glad
It makes you feel violent
It can make you feel sad
It makes you feel something
Outside of your self
It makes you feel alive
Or wish you were dead
Poetry by liam killeen
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Written on 2005-11-20 at 14:59
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Love isIt can't be forced
It can't be wed
It can't be divorced
It can't be denied
Once the feeling is there
It can't be imprisoned
It can't be scared
It might be straight
It might be gay
It's always right
It finds its own way
It should be cherished
Where it's found
Its not religion
It is profound
It's a natural thing
It's in our blood
It can't be bad
It's always good
It's serious
But makes you smile
It warms your heart
And makes you try
It wakes you up
When you'd rather sleep
It's not worth money
But it's never cheap
It opens your mind
To your fellow man
It's never enough
But you give what you can
It's a magical trip
To a place in your head
That embraces the living
And gives respect to the dead
It adds colour
To the grey and the black
To the virtues we`re born with
And the ones that we lack
It brings hope to the soul
Who's left all alone
By the forces of nature
And no fault of his own
It makes you feel anger
It makes you feel glad
It makes you feel violent
It can make you feel sad
It makes you feel something
Outside of your self
It makes you feel alive
Or wish you were dead
Poetry by liam killeen
Read 779 times
Written on 2005-11-20 at 14:59
Tags Love
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