Tuesday, April 28, 2009

THE MAGIC OF LOVE, COVE AND THE TRAGIC

Love is like magic
And it always will be.

If you say so, let us see it be.

For love still remains
Life’s mystery!!

It’s a mystery alright; I don’t understand it, all of it, any of it!!

Love works in ways that are
Wondrous and strange

I don’t want strange; I want simple and clear, precise arrange

And there’s nothing in life
That love cannot change!!

Except for my heart that love did derange!!

Love can transform
The most common place

Into wearied, unnerving deluded craze?

Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.

I do not know this love of which you speak.

Love is unselfish

But man is selfish

Understanding and kind

The world is treacherous and very unkind

For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!

Clearly love is leaving me behind!!

Love is the answer
That everyone seeks…

Maybe I’ I’ll find it in two weeks?

Love is the language

Of the strange?

That every heart speaks.

And oh how bad a broken heart reeks.

Love cannot be bought

Diamond rings and boat?

It is priceless and free.

In Utopia.

Love

Liar

Like pure magic

Of the tragic?

Is life’s sweet mystery

Ofcourse it’s a mystery…one day I see it, one day I don’t
All a big freaking mystery…


[Helen Steiner Rice + Me]