A Thing Called Love

A Thing called love

A million lovely words spoken,
And a million sweet songs sung;
Countless professions of undying vowed
About a thing called love.

It moves mountains, spans the oceans,
Crosses life times, is fought and died for
A thing called love.

It can be brief and unrequited.
Leaving devastation in its wake;
And often timeless in its ache.

Or life long and everlasting,
Nurtured tenderly,
Encouraged to grow with care and devotion,
A shelter from passing storms,
A thing called love.

Many words try to describe it,
Poets struggle to define it,
All manner of doctors try to treat it,
Hunters seek it,
Wishers dream it,
The truly lucky fall into it,
And the down trodden morn it,
A thing called love

It is everything and nothing,
Tangible and insubstantial,
Up lifting and crushing,
A thing called love.

Amongst its chaos, you’re there;
And in that instance, clarity.
I know love.