Love is...

a little, slightly cynical, reflection on the big feeling

 

 

 

Love is a star shinning brightly at night

Love is a God with all of its might

Love is a lie repeated to you

Love is a dream that hardly comes true.

 

Love is a secret between you and me

Love is a bird which sings in a tree

Love is a burden carried by all

Love is an angel just before his great fall.

 

Love is a symbol we wish for and pray

Love is the path which leads us astray

Love is something to weaken your pride

Love is the power in which we all hide.

 

Love may make the devil weep

But surely it haunts you in your sleep

What angel is this

Who doesn’t know love?

Might it be the good father above?