Love is just a word for some For others it's a chore Love is simple and like breaths A need not to ignore With richness comes this gem of life This nuance of the soul This abyss of all greatness dark The light where life atolls The permenance of all being The detail of each kiss The tick that is so precious The heartache when it's missed The ache and yearn, the pining The true void of alone When hearts are meant for others When believing brings it home Love is just a word it seems Sometimes it is precieved As a temporary visitor Just when it's misconcieved A trespasser of our hearts A stab that pangs forever The scars that are well hidden Until true love makes it better True love is a moment Just when the old comes new When spirits pick the minute When colors have more hue As rainbows arch the heavens As eyes open to see The other who is waiting When true love means Believe! Penned by Susan K. Rowse