Love Is not Happiness

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If life isn’t joy, what is it?
If life isn’t happiness, what is it?
You say love, while I say depression.
I’ve never seen love, so what is it?
People say it’s to have emotions for someone…deep, deep emotions.
Others say it’s to care for someone…to really care.
Truth is, you can’t define it.
You have to feel it, to know what it is.
When you feel love, you’re happy.
I’ve never felt it, so where’s my happiness?
My life can’t be happy, when I’m already depressed.
So love, you’re obviously not with me.
I describe love as a firey pit.
You fight to keep the fire going, but when you least expect it…gone.
You tried so hard, why?
Why did it burn out, you need it!
You need its warmth, its safety.
While this happens, you begin to think.
No, you don’t.
You don’t need that fire, you need yourself.
There, right there…that is where the secret remains.
Your firey pit is gone, you’re free!
Why worry? It’s gone.
My depression of love, gone.
Your soul, no longer holding me back.
You can define love, only in your way.
Love isn’t in a person, it’s in yourself.
To get happiness, you have to love who you are.
Love isn’t about the roses, or chocolates.
Love isn’t about the heart, or the soul of the holder.
Love is about finding yourself, within your heart…

The picture

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Pure, a heart filled with emotions.
The heart drawn on my paper is true.
Maybe it seems stupid but it can tell my life story.
When you put in the effort you can unlock a world of gold.
When you start to care, you can unleash a heart of love.
Love is where your soul is, not where the person is.
When you love yourself, you begin to draw the picture.
The picture isn’t complete until your life is.
Your love, your heart, your world, your partner…
is the picture…..

Slipping away

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You remember everything about them
You remember their smile
The way they hug you
But they don’t
They don’t remember the love
They don’t remember the way your eyes lit up on Christmas
You remember how they taught you how to ride a bike.
How to read
How to use sarcasm
Still they don’t
They’re dying it’s not their fault
The disease eats at their brain
Remember
They still love you
Somewhere in their mind
They recognize you
And they care

lOVE eTERNAL

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Love is divine Love is a gift
God is Love and God the Giver
To think to take in terms of Love
Is grossly to err
No less misguided
Is the thought a Love to seek
Loves must be together brought
by Love Himself by God
and Love so brought is never in error
To have loved and lost
Is famously known to be a blessing
One far greater than to be alone
Yet for all Love has to offer
Love’s lost lovers often suffer
Not rightly so
Before their Love they were less blessed
Though after losing thwarted feel
Willfully crave they self pity
Rather than go on blissfully in remembrance
Of the greatest gift they’ve known
Eternal love ever after
Abides alive, their heart has shown
Not to be erased, forgotten,
No! It perseveres the tide
E’en ‘gainst treachery it lingers
Proving itself within them lives . . .
Keep the Love to you once given
As a Gift from Heaven above
Cherish it and know forever
That without Its stringent hold upon your heart
You would never Love have known . . .
Or would you accurse the Giver
Seek yourself a love to take
It will fail worse than the Former
But if you beheld the glory still
Of that once glowing Ember
Dream of it as you remember
Else were you without a pain
Also lacking Love’s great flame!

A heart that’s pure

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Just between friends this I must say
I never looked his way today
I never wish to ever more
I don’t know now what wishing’s for
but just between friends I could never tell you
ah! the splendor I have found
treasure of exquisite measure waiting yet to be explored
there’s no boundary to searching
when the longing has expired, not because I let die embers
only for the sake of wars
for I discharged the charging warriors who were lashing at my soul
and I found the joy of heaven slumbers not in charmers’ throes
in the parlour of the broken
chandelier of my soul
now I know the joy of sharing love
is but to children known
known to those who are innocent, known to those who have no goal
but to love you as they have you, simply free to come as go
in the eyes of such a young boy
and in his endearing hold
he expressed my heart’s desire and as simply let life flow on beyond my dreary knoll
of this one I never weary
reminiscing ne’er grows old
and his virtue never tarnished
is preserved in childhood gold