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What Love’s
Made of
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Some may ask of Life: How does one find love?
Life says, Be still! Don’t look far or above;
Stop—let love’s butterfly alight on you,
For that’s the touch that romance is made of.
Love lightens life’s cross of heaviness,
Its dreams coloring the drowsy darkness.
Love’s subtle hues paint life’s panorama,
For it’s the bond that secures completeness.
Some can’t seem to give a love that’s fair,
Or won’t—since they don’t even care to share,
Or, worse yet, they waste love by hoarding it;
So therefore I must give more than my share.
Let me give all the love that ever was
Of such and more I have been dreaming of.
I hear the call from within and above:
To live this life for the purpose of love.
I mend broken hearts with a love that’s real,
Drying the tears of sadness that congeal.
I weave living dreams out of fantasies,
For I believe that life should be ideal.
Life suddenly fits me like a glove,
As I float on feelings like a dove,
Renewed energy giving a shove.
Well, could it be that I am in love?
Strong, in the heart of the working day,
My love for you burns the hours away;
Long, in the soul of sleep’s deepest night,
I’m with you like a dream that will stay.
Like living lenses, we mirror our love;
In feedback loops images spiral above,
Echoing as infinite reflections
Which fill up the scene—that’s what love’s made of!