by Midieval Fantasy

Created on: May 13, 2009

This Thing

What is this thing, this elusive flame

That makes people weep and forget their own name

That brings us together, and rips us apart

That swells and batters the fragile heart

It makes us happy, you sing to yourself

Our books sit unattended on their self

Nothing else matters but that light in our eye

Lit by the one who makes us feel we can fly

Its causes war, turmoil and grief,

Yet at the same time, it gives us relief

For in the arms of our lover, the cares melt away

Showing us comfort in your darkest moment of day

It makes us fools, fine poets and song writers

And dare someone take it, it makes us all fighters

We all seek to have it, we all long for its kiss

And if ever it leaves us, its touch will we miss

Oh, what causes this thing that controls how we live

That makes it so easy to another forgive

Was it cupid's arrow, or just meant to be

That I have found you, and you have found me?

I must know the answer of this bliss strong and sure

What is this thing that is so untainted and pure

That gives and keeps giving and sometimes abused

That is freely given, and sometimes used?

It must be love, yes that is the key

It draws us all in, both you and me!

It creates our fate, and makes our choices

It merges with us 'til it becomes our voices.

Oh that voice is sweet, like honeyed wine

That one that says that you are mine

Surely the darker side of this is not real

This emotion has finally caused me to feel

I beg love stay inside of my soul til my death

May it still with me til I draw my last breath

For love is beautiful, sacrificial and free

Without this thing could love, I could not be.

Learn more about this author, Midieval Fantasy.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.