Here are some questions,

That may cause you some strain,

If Love is the answer,

Why is it full of pain?

If pain is such a bad thing,

Then why do we bother at all?

Why waste our precious time,

Setting up our own downfall?

Why share our lives with anyone?

Why not live out our lives alone?

Why give anyone that power?

That sharpened knife well honed?

Why lay our precious necks,

On that lottery’s guillotine?

Why do we try time and again,

To make love’s sin redeem?

Here are some painful answers,

To the desperate questions above,

Perhaps the fault lies in language,

Perhaps the problem is L O V E.

We see those four little letters,

It changes our whole attitude,

We hear those four little letters,

And feel our lives renewed.

But in all truth and honesty,

Love is simply a word,

A word we use too freely,

Not caring to what we refer.

“Love” should not be bandied about,

And shared with any who come,

“Love” should be more precious to us,

Love should be saved for “the One”.

So therein lies the problem,

With true love and the pain,

They are forever intertwined,

Neither can be feigned.

So love with all your heart,

Give with all that is in you,

To the one who is the one,

There will still be pain, it’s true.

But that kind of pain,

Is the kind we must feel,

A payment for love,

Just a part of the deal.

An answer we carry

Deep within our hearts

To the hard questions

Whispered in the dark.