Listen to me when I write about love,
Take out a pen with paper to write,
This is my strength of many years,
The logical reason for my existence,
And many more attached to it,
Love lives in me like a parasite to a host.
I live with a confused heart,
Sometimes broken, sometimes whole,
Few dents at the edge as seen in the hospital,
Yet it still bleeds love on all sides,
Love is the sole reason I still live,
I live to love and be loved by people around me.
I found the woman after my heart,
She came in and brought a smile to my face,
Turned my darkness to a street light,
Everything she touched turn to gold,
She is the reason for this season I am in,
My love for her is more than the air I breathe.
My first love is my mother,
She had the choice to flush me down the drain,
When things became difficult yet she didn't,
My innocent smile brought wide grin to her face,
She became proud of her fruit at that point,
No wonder she named me happiness.
Love is real and lives with us,
I have many stories to tell but little time,
If you can give it a chance like you once did,
You can feel it down your spine all the time,
Love is truly beautiful as seen on our faces,
The blush, flush and a beautiful smile as we feel it.