19 January 2011

Love Is

Love is a fickle, ever moving thing
Hard to find and harder still to hold
The song that everyone wishes to sing

It's the sun that melts the icy cold
The sight of smiling eyes
The heart's wish to be strong and bold

Laughter that stills the desperate cries
Of a friend in sadness and pain
Desperate after so many failed tries

Love is standing in pouring rain
Or even in freezing snow
Being there even if it seems insane

Love is hard to hold in your hand
Even when you're holding mine
Love is a shiny wedding band

Love is a thing far too fine
For poets, bards, muses, gods, faeries,
And even simple folk to define

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