Those Who Love

THOSE WHO LOVE

In a world of full of selfishness, greed, hate, loneliness and pain

Where the words I love you fall far too easily from lips that can lie

Hearts are broken and crushed into tiny, torn and bleeding pieces

for the small momentary gratification of those who drain emotions dry

In silence the heart beats echo as the mind drifts in worlds of fantasy

Imagination of things, of dreams, desires yet to be, just out of reach.

Always teasingly held by others just out beyond their fingertips,

Where the rainbows dream of love is the hearts only siren call.

You can still find those who freely give more love than they receive

Their eyes sometimes reflecting a mischievous, knowing, fiery glow

Or showing only the deep sadness of loves dying breath unsaved

Unafraid to cry, for they have given all they had in total surrender

Opened their hearts and souls, holding nothing back, sharing all

To them it matters not the end, only the journey gives meaning to life

Their joy resplendent with angel voices when love blossoms and lives

Their sorrow as deep as the loneliest darkest pit of hell when it fails

For they are the ones who know the true meaning and worth of love

Gladly sacrificing all they are for another to make their light shine

They taste love, feel love in everything and know the very truth of love

Love given by the soul in truth, in honesty, shared openly, can only grow

While love for those who misuse it, in the end, will be lost to them forever

Loves silken fragile tear once shed in vain is a piece of the soul gone

Hold love gently, lest enough fragile tears are shed that love can only die

and you exist in a world of fantasy, lies and delusions where nothing is real

True, real, love, as those that love know, is worth every sacrifice, every trial

Even if it is known, held only for the briefest of brightly shining moments

You will recognize it when it comes again...and for those who love...it will.