I accept this gift from God above...

Sometimes I wonder what love means,
after watching all lifes terrible scenes,
and experiencing up close live, and in
living color, others using it for only sex
and chasing the dollar.
I get heated under the collar,
at times I could just scream and holler.

But I'm not confused,
even though love has left me in this life abused.
Starting with a father, who never would bother.
Shifting to a mother who loved with all her heart,
only to have love tear her apart.
Love too me is still a treasure,
one that I constantly measure.

I'd  measure it for the trash can,
if I was lesser of a man.
But I'd have to jump in too,
my whole life would be sad and blue.
I'd be walking around with a frown,
feeling sad and down.
This I know,
each day I get up and go.

Existing without the principle of love,
leaves us wide open for the devils shove.
Each day I stand by his fountain,
knowing if I drink,
I'll get knocked off this mountain.
However the drop wouldn't be far,
from my mountain I can hardly reach a star.

So I get the pictionary,
no longer do I have to look in the dictionary.
Too me the love word is most dear,
it's the reason I'm still here.
Barely existing,
in this life sometimes twisting.

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