Why do people love?
To cure loneliness, or survive?
To make life a little easier,
And give their hearts reasons to contrive?
I know why people really love,
It's because they are compelled.
They cannot live with themselves,
With the fear of loneliness never quelled.
Some people are lucky,
And meet their love at first sight.
Others must scratch and claw,
To forsake those lonely nights.
It hits some people in the face,
And eludes others with teases.
It occurs to some in one fell swoop,
And to others in little pieces.
They can't choose when it happens,
The time, person, or place.
It's best to simply let it come,
And stop treating it as a race.
I hope that they stop,
Trying to fall in a love that they think is true.
Because a person never falls in love,
It falls in love with you.
1 comment:
and there are so many different expressions of love -- romantic love, young love, mature love, self-love, self-sacrificing love, etc. they will all find you! just go about your day and be yourself. you will attract what you give out.
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